In Between Poem by Steven B Taylor

Relationships


In Between

Opus 18

I once heard a story that there were some peoples,
Who lived in a dimension so close to us.
They occupied spaces in between couples,
And no one could see them, or create a fuss.

They must have been living under difficult conditions,
For the space between couples is constantly changing.
They would have to be nimble, to keep from collisions,
With humans whose motives were mindlessly ranging.

There had to be times when the space was so tight,
From the closeness of bodies attracted to such,
That they must have been squeezed until they showed fright,
Or, at least, been embarrassed by the way they were touched.

Of course there were times when the space was so great,
For planning, and plotting, to keep couples apart,
Which offered them chances to relax and create,
So that they would have freedom for music and art.

There are obviously bridges between here and there,
Love poetry, or painting, or musical notes,
Great stories, and laughter, if proffered with care,
Can reach in, and catch them, however remote.

To get there, one has to be willing to listen,
For voices that this world, would consider too bold!
The contacts with other world peoples, could christen,
A new way of thinking, and reject the old.

We often miss people who come in between us;
Concentrating, too much, on this world of our own.
Refusing to see, beyond life's daily rushes,
The value of other world fancies, and tones.
 
By now, you are saying, 'The muse lost his marbles? '
'Imaginary peoples who live in between? '
'T'is only an attempt to create his own fables! '
'Some poets should only be read, never seen! '

Think what you must, but late in the evening,
Especially, after a bath makes you clean,
If you stand very still, with the candle light gleaming,
You just could be greeted by those in between!

Steven B. Taylor
June 27,1997