The lines that make up living.

There are some lines you never see
Until you cross them.
Finer than fine,
Obscurely taking residence
In the hidden places of between-ness
They sit silently
Waiting to fulfill their destiny
As the mile markers to each of our journeys.
In between day and night,
In between darkness and light,
In between love and fear
These lines sit listening
For your footsteps,
Anxiously awaiting
The moment for which they were created
The moment of passing.
The moment of becoming.
The moment of life.