Every once in a while there’s a gap.

A craving I cannot name.

An itch I cannot scratch.

I sit,

scrolling on my phone,

searching for books or a new tv series to begin, but, eventually,

and inevitably,

I slip back into a motionless stare that I don’t even recognize until

the stove timer dings, and,

there it is again.

The gap.

The gap between us.

The impermanent curtain hanging between flesh and spirit,

between here and There.

It’ll pass. It always does.

Note: This came out of a moment, or hour?, of staring into the infinite horizon of sky and earth. Initially, I thought I was missing my sister. Of calling her. With no particular need. Just a chat. But, as words came to page, I sensed it is also appropriate for this time of waiting in the season of Lent. Shared with love, and hope too.