Between

It is neither here nor there
Neither before nor after
Neither this nor that
It is the place that exists
When you’re leaving home to find another
It is the moment that cannot be captured
No matter how many photos you take
It is like that emotion
Gnawing on your heart
But doesn’t have a name
Yet feels oddly familiar just the same
It is neither fast nor slow
Like light creeping across the universe
Faster than any human invention but still living multiple lifetimes to span galaxies
It is neither hot nor cold
Like atoms barely moving at absolute zero
As if Buddhist monks holding their breaths
Barely detectable
It is neither alive nor dead
A cat in a shoebox that Schrodinger hasn’t opened yet–
Can’t tell unless he peeks inside
But that would spoil the surprise
It is undecided and unresolved in its ambiguity
It frustrates those looking for answers
It emboldens those dodging questions
Yet without it
Would there be a Now?
A Somewhere?
A Something Else?