There's a sweetness in the lulls
Between the dull and the do-too-much;
The space where the pull and push
Still stays but is stayed for a time
In its unique innocuousness.
One breath too much
And you're nudged imperceptibly
Into the ebbs
And the flows of the "Now" and "Hurry" and "Rush,"
And you blink and it's already next year.
So here, in the full
Understanding that this is precious
And refuses to last for long,
You keep your eyes open
Until the inadvertent tearing up
Blurs it all and the small momentum
Of the involuntary, eye-soothing close
Pushes you in again,
In either direction.
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