
There’s a song,
a whisper that slowly
crescendos,
laying flat against itself
while
quietly
dancing in
between
its own notes.
Often,
so subtle and
gentle,
we
become
the very thing
we aspire
to
be.
We get
to
be the notes
and
the in-between-ness
of everything
all at the same
time.
M.C. Davis