Between departure

& destination

I tumble

anchorless.

Between the loving

& the leaving, sky’s

high waiting for a

flight.

I’m tumbling

like a star

unhinged from

orbit & all I know

becomes your dream.

Between morning

& evening birth

& death, hours

flicker like old film

upon a silver screen:

watched & then forgotten.

Earth’s arms enclose us

as we struggle to break free

between departure

& arrival,

there is you,

there is me.