In-Between Time

There is an in-between speed 

that has no destination, 

  no timing, 

    no when to stop, 

  when to step on the gas, 

a strange and awkward place 

where imagination can roam free 

   to choose a book to read, 

     a walk to take, 

no sense of urgency 

until rain pours in violent torrents 

  when windows must be closed

drains cleared of dried flower petals. 

A stop and go time that fills 

once more with in-between time.

“Sometimes the space between knowing what to do 

and actually doing it is a very short walk. 

Other times it is an impossible expanse.”

 ~ David Levithan, author

These Things

I study on these things. 

These things easy to shrug off 

like the timing of 

which chore or outing to do first. 

What is most efficient. 

Today has been one of those days 

when housework and reorganizing 

has built up a pile of papers here, 

the risen sourdough needs baking there. 

There is no logic to it; 

merely what I want. 

All the pieces are in place.

It is up to me 

to muddle them around 

to create my home. 

So I carry on without 

complaint knowing 

there are no deadlines 

unless I set them.

“You’re not always going to make the right decisions, 

but you have to be guided by what you think is important.”

~ Hillary Clinton

In That Moment

They bubble up ~ 

Memories, ideas, stories, 

all the things 

that mean little 

to anyone else 

in that moment. 

As unimportant as 

one raindrop 

in the midst 

of a gentle summer rain. 

In that moment, 

there is clarity. 

Answers to yesterdays questions. 

Or more questions rising up. 

These thoughts drift, 

like clouds, 

across my mind’s sky. 

A gentle way of processing 

the everything that has arrived 

noticed or unnoticed.

“This moment everything is present here, 

except the things that are not here, 

and I’m not feeling like disturbing them.

~ Suman Pokhrel, poet, lyricist, artist, playwright