learning to breathe

I dwell somewhere in the margins

or maybe it is in the spaces

that exist between words

relegated to the confining area

between fantasy and reality

like a breath between sentences

 

I am the emptiness that follows

a brief reflective pause

or that instance just before

an idea is put into action

I am that marginalized space

between words and ideas

 

I exist in the breath that follows

a thought and proceeds the next