To be in the time between times,
The moment swollen with what might happen.
In recent days new depth has been found.
New love met, new family made.
We sat together, healed and dreamed.
We talked of the past and the present till the night had faded around us.
We drank and ate together, stopped to hear stories and struggles.
We’ve shared so much so far!
We found new words and span poetry in the dark.
We painted each other’s colours and sang each other’s songs.
We argued and fought, doing what lovers and siblings do.
Our path has changed me, it is changing me.
Together we got to this place, and now we pause to breathe.
It might not be our choice to stop here, but here we are.
In the time between times,
In the place between places.
This isn’t the end, it can’t be. But it’s not the beginning. We left that months behind.
This is a space to be still, to rest, to breathe, to eat and celebrate. To be grateful for where we have got to and to let go of worry about where we will go.
What we do know is that we have been bound together and we will begin again together.
Our time is not over.
Our time will be soon.
This is the time between times.
PICTURA POESIS 