The In-Betweens

It's 24 when everyone else is 25.
It's seeing an unused raquet meant for spring but it's winter.
It's reading about a girl with leukemia wondering if you'll experience it.
It's listening to that song and wanting to dance,but sitting on a day bed in pajamas.
It's seeing Christmas lights before Thanksgiving.
It's the photos with unshared stories and no place in an album.
It's a wool sweater when it's 65.
It's the dreamed up conversation when you get a look instead.
It's paying rent and always thinking it's temporary.
It's a sponge when the floor needs a Swiffer.
It's reorganizing when the computer waits for words.
It's writing this poem when you fight confessional journaling.
It's what we do when we're too busy, too careful, too unsure.
It's in-between: the young ones cry over it, the wise ones laugh
or just live.
It's not going to breakfast with a couple of 13-yr-olds and planning to just listen.
That's just being where you are and sometimes
That's enough.