Sacred Spaces...

The minute between the thought, and the bitter-sweet utterance of something you never meant to say….
The moment the drumbeat in the heavens warns you of the first feel, of better than diamonds, on your nose…..
The instant the whisper of the wind warns you, of an intimacy that could make you blush….
The minute before your eyes squint at the light of day, when Phoebus caresses your face….
The second between your fleeting glance at the face you were searching for, and your hasty turning away….
The fleeting instant before you realize someone you need is just behind you….
The intervals of anticipation, of hope, of the knowledge of the divine…..
My sacred spaces.

The hours between searching for that insignificant something, yet so significant….
The space between the last word in a letter long ago, and it’s full stop....telling more in it’s resigned emptiness…
The days between seeing the extra grey in your father’s hair, and now, ticked of feverishly on that wall calendar….an act infinite in it’s repetition….
The years between the hurt and learning to let go, to love the self better….
The immeasurable gap between three ages torn apart by forces greater than their reckoning….yet never giving in….
The ages between the search for your big act in the circus, and the curtain call….
The instant you realize those blurred faces, begging for an encore, will never get one….
My sacred spaces.

The intervals always stay
Haunting you, hurting you, hunting you down……
For words hastily said or never said at all…
For baseless accusations….
For endless expectations…all of them disproved meticulously…
For those wild and reckless things you thought yourself capable of doing…
For those you did….and regretted…
My sacred spaces.

The intervals always stay
Laughing at yesterday’s biggest tragedy….
Forgetting last year’s devastating heartburn…pushing you to move on…
Clearing your head after an innocent indulgence…
Forgiving you for convictions that antagonize the world at large…
Smiling at a momentary spell of lunacy…
Loving you for being you….
Noticing, the small kindnesses you bestow on people, when no one else can see…
Convincing you to look to yourself for strength…almost forcing you to believe in yourself….
Holding you tight when you’re not ready and you want to run away…
My sacred spaces.