There is a space in between
inception and being born

A space inside and outside
that the skin inhabits
on both sides

I meet you there, alone
as I meet myself in the dark

under a starless, cloudy sky
in between

there only the wind speaks
whispers to the heart

this change that’s coming
I feel, I touch, I smell

it sniffing around like
this still invisible spring

I stop and sit on the hillside
and let it come.