The Space in Between
By Billie Daddario
Sunflowers raise their heads appreciatively toward the sky.
Aspen trees shimmer golden quiver in the warm wind.
The garden full and waiting.
Children feel the pull, not sure if it’s the beginning or the end.
The last days of long after dinner walks and picnics.
The place in between like a breath
Not an inhale,
Not an exhalation,
The space in between.