© 2021 Barbara Grace Lake
How oft are we aware
Of stages in between
Of being hungry or replete
Or how much time we spend each day
Within an abyss of between
It seems we’re meant to never know
Each stage of in between
One’s having pain or full relief
Of being lonely or with friends
In craving life or living life
I’ve tried. In searching out my time
Those moments in between.
But Is it state or state of mind
Is it accessible or not,
A realm of life that’s never quite?
Is this a part of me?