Metaphysical: A Poem by Mara Powers

There’s a space between us
in the places no one sees.
Invisible, the air, and yet it lives there in the breeze.

What is nothing could be something
that our eyes have yet to trust
besides the random drifting fluff
or sunlight sparkling dust.

If I switch my focus to what might be in the gap,
like looking at the surface of a window,
not what’s past.
Perhaps the physical won’t last.

And I might slip into the spaces in between
And there might be a doorway to a mystical routine.
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