The Space Where (NaPoWriMo24: 1)

In writing, I often compare a good transition to a shift in color, a blending from one point to the next, so subtle and inperceptable that we don't realize we're heading somewhere new until we're there. 

But it begs the question of "the line," the moment or shift where point A becomes point B. This must happen, right? Where one idea or state ceases to exist at all. 

This poem began just thinking of the phrase "the spaces inbetween" and what that really means, and it took a turn from there. When might we wonder about that point or moment in an otherwise imperceptable transition?

The picture I found afterwards, but I like the sentiment here. The space between never and again can mean a lot of things, but its that ineffable shift from one opposing state to another.  

Photo by Akuma Aizawa

NAPoWriMo24 1:

"The Space Where"

Have you thought about transitions

the awkwardness of passing through

blending dissolutions slipping forward

but also steps back, too

fickle as the Spring

Have you thought about the in between

the spaces there

the gaps in our intentions

the emptiness connecting all the lines

how the horizon never really touches sky

I linger on the middling

somewhere between start and end

wondering the moment

the gap or step or fickle shift

where I stopped loving you