The Space Between Worlds Part 1
Benjamin David 2020
There exists a space,
a distance between
worlds, kept apart
by nothing it seems.
Floating like bubbles
in the bright morning sun.
He plays like a child
laughing, carefree
This young game is fun.
He runs
they chase,
He ducks
they swerve,
Bubbles ride invisible waves
Unpredicable paths,
directionless curves.
Till at last in the rays of that bright morning sun
The bubble bursts,
life has begun.
Only to find another one.
Another bubble
just larger than last.
Another world
Does it seem to be spinning
a tad bit too fast?
Harder to follow
still harder to catch
Spinning, twirling
All out of breath.
Is it fate, choice or destiny
Or somewhere between?
A maybe-mix of all three
this incomprehensible dream?
Chasing this bubble takes a little more time
A little more work,
But still
everything’s fine
The sunrise of childhood is sunrise no more
it’s the climbing sun of youth
and it’s hot to the core.
Sweat popping,
muscles aching
time dragging,
hearts breaking.
Is this what life was meant to become
or did something go wrong,
did some thread come undone?
Then..like a bomb
this bubble explodes
It’s mist more like rain clouds
Burst and unload.
In the down-pouring drench
The youth, now a man
struggles on tired feet
doing what he can.
Still chasing a bubble
this one larger still
No more time to lose
no more dreams to kill
this bubble means business
fists clenched for the fight
He’s come all this way
He damn well better be right.
But here in the space
From one life to the next
There’s no map to guide
no guide to correct.
No clear path to follow
No sane to be seen
And he pulls the plug
on his childish dreams.
In this space void of life
Sun no-where to be found
It might be midday
but it might as well have gone down.
He keeps running, still chasing
and ducking, he’ll dodge
Till flat on his face
Between
a hard place and a rock
He finally lets go
Fingers uncurl
“Welcome, my son
To the space between worlds.”
Originally published at http://benjiesblog.org on November 11, 2020.
