the inbetween spaces

i find myself in the in the inbetween spaces
homeless with a roof over my head
settled but not planted

i find myself in the inbetween spaces
behind is a home that is no longer
ahead is a home yet to be

a journey’s worth is found in moments
some are planned some are caught
some seared and some sought

i find myself in the inbetween spaces
sojourning not homesteading
living not alive

i find myself in the inbetween spaces
waiting, expectingly for good
waiting… waiting… waiting…

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