In Between
waiting
on the edge of the next while
the split of seconds blurred,
whirred together on the lip of minutes,
anticipant scratch of diamond on vinyl,
foretaste as sweet as the melody
just as winter sky
begins to warm over the horizon,
bruised from blows of evening color,
occasions chipped, moments chiseled
for more same daily arrangements
what of that divine in-between?
just before certainty pirates tomorrows
there are whispers from the open, pitch mouth
of vicissitude—
soft, sacrosanct roar
i wait on a fine threshold,
next blueprint of breath just within reach,
for an aim at re-design—
to rifle, alter
the mold, cast, and hollow of time