In Between

a space with wisdom
a space with green
I think every one of us
should get to know
our in betweens

ripe moss sinking
darker and darker
earth’s musk, weeping
like crippling desire
another root’s energy
beckoning a demise

still, the lime green shoot
creeps and slithers
the brownish moss
and weakened spirit
a reminder of the haunts
from past and future

it grows
chokes the old
and finally emerges
into the land
of in between

imagine yourself there
steady, what hurt you before
will always transpire to be
but you can refuse
it’s gripping return
and instead
discover
how you can be
the only connection
between the spaces

how long can you linger
in your in-betweens

Jenn Drumm
November 2011