Never Fearing Wild Things

Space.

Places to move the tendons of my heart,

to allow the brain’s synapses to breath

and the soul’s map to expand.

To see

what I cannot see up close.

Space.

To catch my breath,

and slowly let it go again

trusting there will be enough.

For you, for me, for us.

Space.

Between here and there.

Between sorrow and hope.

Between this death that is life and the life that is death.

Space.