Between leaving and arriving
There’s a space
That doesn’t rush
That doesn’t fade
I used to fear the in-between
Like it meant I was behind
Now I feel how it holds me
Every time
I live in the middle
That remains
Not the start
Not the escape
I live in the middle
And I trust
This steady place
To hold us
There’s no urgency in balance
No demand to lean
The center doesn’t call attention
It just is
I don’t chase the turning point
I let it breathe
I let the moment settle
Under me
Some places don’t move
But they last
I live in the middle
That remains
Where nothing asks me
To explain
I live in the middle
And I stay
Here
