Time after time,
Looking at the blank square of the calendar and thinking,
This Tuesday or Wednesday or that Saturday,
I will be free.
Look at that empty page!
And then the day arrives
And it is so quick to fill up with
Thoughts and memories and plans,
Until there is no room left to even flex a toe,
Much less to draw out the little nook that lies between each rib.
There is a lesson here!
Before it is possible to exhale all out the window,
To blow away
The boxes and papers and regrets,
You must first have the space to gather up a deep breath.
And then you must slowly learn
To savour the place between
All the taking in and letting go.
Because it is in this space
That everything is done.