Mind the Gap.

we are all On a Journey, heading somewhere far Beyond ourselves. But What of the waiting- How do we endure the grey?

“The cold has begun its return with the early days of April- the grey, swirling in pools at my feet. It’s been so long since the last submergence.

A reminder of the loop- how it swings.

Floating here, too easily days slip away- Months at a time go missing. 

A chill has you held, stuck in place. Too busy looking busy to notice. 

The color is neither here nor there. The easiest space to live in- always for longer than you should. Another version of self waiting just out of reach. 

Marbled faces- Lost in motion.”