A Poem

A disclaimer: I’ve been playing around with poetry. This poem has come to me many different times in many different forms. I’ve decided it’s okay for me to share it each time. I enjoy writing each version of it.

I find myself in every now and again

A place between moments

Between breaths

Between thoughts

I call it the liminal space

A place that feels seeimingly out of time

I wonder if others can see themselves here

Like a train station

I’m sitting watching all the people rush through to their next stop

Never stopping to look around

Never noticing where they are at

Or even whose there with them

I’m sitting her

Not worrying about getting to the next thing

A place where I can catch my breath

Reset to see the beauty

Sometimes I walk out of the station

Climb up the hill to watch the sunrise

Every time it’s as if the sunrise was painted just for me