The Spaces Between
by Elliott Bell
I live for the spaces between:
The moments when no one is looking.
The dip in time when stopped at a red,
When the silence settles as I watch the sun set
Behind the traffic signal’s silhouette.
The brief respite when you leave;
I sink into the sudden space and wonder,
Do you know how alone you are?
In the stillness of the empty room,
I gather stray pieces back into myself
Before the peace is broken.
All it takes is a rush of air,
A spoken word, an opened door
Before the stillness shatters.
Then it’s back to being busy
Back to holding poses
So that no one notices
I’m only held together
’til the next moment between.