*one more repeat poem during this month of poetry*
At this moment, I stand in the space between.
Between my personal Exodus from slavery
And my fully realized potential as a human being.
Between fearful isolation
And the embrace of community.
Between blissful ignorance
And the frustrating challenge of social involvement.
I stand between who I was, who you were, what the world has lost
And who you and I might be, and what the world might become.
But I cannot see the way forward,
Or read the future in sand paintings of the past.
I can only count
Each day like a rung
Of some ancient ladder
That creaks and trembles
With each breath I take.
Learn to hope
Learn to love
Learn to breathe anew
Learn to be
Which fills space.