The in between is not
a weightless float.
It is not the space between the stars and the earth.
The in between is
the drop from the stars,
a fall from a place that glowed.
The in between is not
a calm lasting soak.
It is not the peak of a drawn bath.
The in between is
water swirling down the drain.
A sinking feeling.
The in between is not
The memory we hover over.
It is not the happiness of laughter that hangs in the air.
The in between is
the suggestion to turn in.
A dopamine descent from bliss.
It is the middle of change.
It is seeing the edge of the earth coming closer.
It is action after the unwind.
It is realization that life exists
outside the lines.