The Space Between

There’s a space in between the synapses of the brain,

electric impulses slide, jump,

cerebral space travel happens,

The fatty, myelin increases the rate of connections,

Sometimes in the in between,

the spirit intervenes,

the soul speaks soliloquies of

epic stories,

adventures yet experienced

On this earthly plane,

images like inky stamps of consciousness

paint landscapes of waterfalls,

an oasis in the desert,

Joshua trees so ancient,

fossils pay homage to their

succulent skin,

There’s a place in between

where African queens

dance, weave movement into

Parables of fate,

where deities dare tread,

on shallow streams of silent waters,

There’s a space in between

memories that our elders

Shape into rivers of forgotten forests,

Sequoias know the secrets but

do not speak,

There’s a space in between

generations where Aretha Franklin and Mozart meet,

where melody meets destiny

In a certain, fallible place in time,

where all ages gather

in tribal circles,

where life is not linear,

but exists as full spheres

of space, time,

stardust, and water,

There’s a space in between

where we all are born, breathe air,

swim mightily against the current,

and create stories of survival,

Meet me at the space in between,

where ancestors welcome us all.