installment 2

In between here and the old
street, in between this colony,
this infestation of the human
tread and the calming quiet
of the simpler homes, in between
the rushing now and the years
before, between the towers
and the cubby holes is a
great vastness of miles, exits,
signs-a brilliance-a stretch
of hands shook, dreams
met and lost, curls of the lips
in smiles and frowns, overpasses,
underpasses, hours of uncertainty
spent willingly losing track of
consciousness, arguments and
embraces, gradual weathering
of a once sharp rock formation,
dwindling shores, illness, great
stregnth, victories, triumph in
losing, the smoothing and sanding
down of edges wrongly biting,
the humbling and the thanks
given daily to every existing
god for chances of redemption.
Finding great significance in nothing.
In between the here and then, and
here and sure to come, every
minute shaped and every minute born.