THE PLACE BETWEEN

Not there
Not fully here. 

From the place just left
Returning to a place
Left long ago.

Not the same person
Not the same place.

Memories of old 
Crowd memories 
To be made.

I perch awkwardly in the place between.

Anchoring the wandering self,
With time and location 
Makes Place -
A canvas and foundation

From which to travel,
To which to return.

Moving the place
History remains
Lopsidedly straddling past and future
The Now a precarious point.

Choosing to change place,
Gives time allocated to nest, 
Build a foundation of place.

And I wonder ... 

How much is lost
When forced from Place
Into the Place Between?
Place before destroyed
Place ahead unknown, unseen -

Unmade.

Without community, home, place
The unwilling nomad 
Seeking an anchor to self.
Forever stuck in the no-place.

Unmade.

Memories pulling backward
Blankness ahead.
The self un-anchored
Adrift in the waves
Of time and location
Foundation of sand.

The Place Between - endless.

May 25, 2025

Hello All

To my subscribers, my deep apologies for being so absent. Much has happened and as this poem illustrates, a move in the mix! I am finding a rhythm again and plan to be my usual, regular self.

By way of gratitude, I'm gifting each paid subscriber with 3 months and reducing the price for a while. Please enjoy all the previous writing and consider subscribing for future wanderings.

And if you find yourself in the between place, I hope you can use the time to honor your past and clear space for the future, while celebrating the present.

Kate