Good morning. I just wrote this. Hope you have a beautiful day. Love, C.A.
The Spaces Between
The Spaces Between
a man cups his hand,
filling it with sand.
His fingers shudder
as each grain drifts through
the spaces between
the knuckles and the skin.
Across the world, in a glossy
neighborhood,
a woman opens her window,
hearing the creak, looking down,
spying an unattached vine
shivering in the wind.
She laughs, touching
the curve of her belly.
Honey, another kick.
And then, there were three.
And all at once,
all over the universe,
inside each twig,
inside each insect,
inside each falcon or fish,
inside each child,
inside each ancient moon,
inside each mountain or stone,
the release spreads thick,
like a sweeping exhale,
a victorious breath,
like a spontaneous,
beautiful virus,
and in that moment,
within every single being –
mute or screeching –
playing becomes more
than dying.
C.A. MacConnell
