Laurie Kuntz writes

The Weight of In-Between

One day, 

perhaps this very moment, 

I will allow the wind to take me.

I will know I am ready, 

the way a son knows 

his mother's touch--

the feel of skin on cheek,

the curves and jagged lines of her hand, 

understanding that the distance in-between 

each weighted embrace 

is filled with an azure amazement 

having no beginning or end.
 
--Galastache