In Betweens

We think life is about the highs

and avoiding the lows,

but so much of life is

in between.

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It’s in the forgettable moments,

the seemingly mundane

and trivial times,

that’s so easily missed.

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It’s all the little moments

that don’t make up to much,

not the kind of events

that you write home about.

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It’s the washing of the cup,

or the walk to the other room,

or passing by the passer by,

or simply just another day.

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It may be the times you want over with.

The stage before the next stage.

It’s what happens when you are waiting

for something else to happen.

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Life is made up of these

in betweens.

Yet we do not live them,

do not care for them.

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We may even wish them away,

to replace them for something

more exciting, more desirable,

less dull and less bland.

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Yet the in betweens is every moment

of every day: in every breath,

every thought, every movement,

every stillness, every agitation.

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To miss them is to miss life.

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So open to the wonder

of the humble in betweens.

It is not loud or demanding.

Take rest in its gentleness.

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Tender to them with kindness.

Be alive and awake in them.

Then you can stop missing

what’s been here with you all along.

31 December 2022