Somewhere between
What we are and
What we hope to be.
Somewhere between
The lies
The stories we tell
And any kind of knowing –
“Can’t imagine why…”
But we do,
Imagine.
Somewhere between
One
The other
And everything
In the middle.
Somewhere between
Acceptance
And misunderstandings.
Such a strange
Decisiveness,
This
Somewhere
In between.
Poetry