In the InBetween

There is a wondrously slippery quality

Of the world in which we live.

So solid

So loose

Our bodies, so firm in their realities

Their tissues and fibers and muscles

All so very real, so corporeal.

Yet each part

Vibrating in miniature universes

Of atomic galaxies

Shifting, barely touching, grazing each other

In an eternal dance of elusive illusion.

 

Imagine that moment, that solid thump

As a falling body

Strikes

The ground.

That final whump

That ends flight

Is so ultimate, so definitive.

An ending to what must have been

An eternal moment

Caught in the rush of air

Flung downward by gravity, but

Swimming timelessly in the cool sky.

 

Only poets and madmen reach through

And pull out the spaces in between.

As I am both, this is where I live -

In the inbetween,

With the finite

Swirling around me

And the still of infinity

Encapsulating my soul.

Here it is quiet.

Here I am caught.

Frozen in a moment.

The cool air icy in the tendrils of my hair.

Caught midway

Between the sky and the ground.

 

Here I am neither Icarus.

Nor am I Daedalus.

Here I will neither fly nor fall.

 

What freedom there is

In the possibility of one or the other:

To be the void or what causes the void,

To be solid or loose as one chooses,

To leap or to stand.

Instead I wait,

Breathlessly,

For gravity to catch me up,

For the atoms to dance,

For the planets to move,

For the choice to be mine again.

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[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

"Only poets and madmen reach through
And pull out the spaces in between.
As I am both, this is where I live -
In the inbetween,
With the finite
Swirling around me
And the still of infinity
Encapsulating my soul."

That says it...I'm right there with ya.