April 2: Interstitial

by allisonkujiraoka

“If life were only moments, then you’d never know you had one.”~Baker’s Wife, Into The Woods

The one-off between alarm and waking,

and to bed again we go.

Our days are interstices:

Not so fast– we’re laying low.

Is this it?

For now, yes.

Between babies and adolescents.

After chubby wrists,

before an empty nest.

But let’s not hark back

to plot points on a graph.

Let’s not even set our face

like a flint to the future.

Look at their eyes,

and smile back, wide.