It was an argument when I was a kid.
After a period at the end of a sentence.
Does anyone even care anymore?
The distance between this thought and the next.
Between the harsh word and the retort.
Between the forbidden word and the fist.
Between the impulse and the kiss.
Between the dump of adrenaline
and the inevitable reaction.
Can we make a space? One or two.
Breathe long enough to let our intellect intrude.
Space for important questions?
Is it helpful? Is it necessary? Is it kind?
Is it true?
Is my life at risk?
Is this pain or presence?
Space before we table the debate.
Space before we smack the insect.
Could we let it live?
Space we used-to find in nature.
Between our fight and our flight.
Between our lungs and our legs.
An inch we can inhabit betwixt our anger.
Between our swirling moods and our spirals.
In concert with our questions. Unresolved.
Can I have just a minute? To be. Before I do?