Limbo

The canopy of trees are swaying,

knocking shoulder blades of leaves into one another,

and yet everything is so still as the glitter of light

falls through the leaves and lands on the pavement in shadows

We are in limbo, and we say nothing, as if a word of breath

could break this moment, scared of what comes after

when we admit that we can’t hold onto this forever.

So, we let the next song play and crane our necks upwards,

reaching and reaching for something tangible we can grasp,

as bikers and dogs and runners pass us by.

We are in limbo and are afraid of what comes after

when we finally break the silence.