Liminality

In liminality, I find solace.

Never quite here or there, but somewhere in between. 

Neither coming nor going, but being.

In this sort of permanent transience, I have dwelt commonly.

Uncommon is the company here.

When you exist in the space between the page turns of a book;

the anticipation before perception...

you can't quite guess what's next,

and that's terrifying.

I am the haunting, as if Kairos became flesh.

I embody the space between a breath in and the exhale,

the great Pause Between Things.

That's where I'll be.

Find me, if only for a moment

and it'll be worth remembering. 

 When time decides to stop,

I'll be waiting for you there.