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.
dude, love this poem. particularly the last line! made me laugh out loud!
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