Not knowing how long I would be where I was,
in the in-between, I would listen to
“Music from the Hearts of Space” on NPR
for reasons I still don’t understand.
Do we ever know how long we will be where we are?
I can no longer ask my mother
It’s like looking at the moon through dark trees —
that’s how distant — and I spook myself and soothe myself, both,
every morning in the in-between.
10 (to be explained)