Betwixt

Hallelujah! The snow is finally melting after a month of snowing, and it's the third day of 40 degrees! The sun is shining--spring is here!!! I open the patio door and stick my head out. No, this is not spring--winds of 18 mph, making the air feel very, very, cold and damp. Ahhhh, not spring, not winter either--between! I had that feeling of "betwixt."

Being betwixt makes me feel
without a place to go,
at a loss,
sad.

This is when I started a list of all the things that I could think of that are "betwixt" to me:
-seasons
-books
-pieces of writing
-days
-times
-positions
-relationships

When one occasion is finished, that feeling of betwixt comes upon me, and I begin to ponder. I look back on what has been good or bad, but I am more concerned with finding the next episode that will fill this loss or gap. This should be a time to slow down, rest, and look for the next adventure that will hold on to me.

We can't go back,
only forward to the next turn,
only to find that betwixt time again and again.