There’s a space in the silence,
A hole carved out in trailed off whispers,
And unsung songs.
That’s where I’ll be.
In between the cracks,
In each line.
Just biding my time,
In a place of my own.
The peace between the keys,
As they wait for the next cord.
The stillness of a moment,
When the wind takes it pause.
The fall of the pin,
Before it dances on the floor.
I’ll find a place in the moments,
That go forgotten,
But hold promise of what will follow.
Like bated breath,
I’ll wait for you.
Holding still,
Carved of stone,
In the space in the silence,
I’ll create a place to call home.
- Jen Pickering
Jennifer Pickering 