One leg stands on
solid ground, the other tapping,
searching for the next foothold,
feeling naught but air.

In between now
and tomorrow
I am unsettled, my
breath shallow.

Yes, it was
a deliberate choice to insert that            space there
for it is in the space

between breaths           that change occurs.

And as I inhale           and exhale

I wonder why my heart beat is so cliché.