Occupying the space between spaces
thresholds of connecting doorways to other worlds
one foot in
one on the other side
there’s comfort in knowing you can always turn back.
Things are queer here
bright, and loud, and colorful
I’m on the outside looking in
or the inside looking out
depending on the direction of my perspective.
So many things to distract.
The space my body occupies is liminal and transient.
You and I ride different, occasionally intersecting wavelengths
this was never ours to begin with
we mere observers
navigating lengths of closed doors and borders
down corridors and tunnels
into an empty, lonely unknown.
We live on hope
that one day these barriers will recede
but until then
we guard our doors so carefully.
And even though yours is soft and transparent
coveted by most
crossed by many
trampled by a few
hinges creaking from overuse
I’ll wait for my invitation inside
lean on my frame
and watch the colors float by.