Sometimes, I spend time
between moments.
I am sometimes
a pause between moments.

Sometimes, I am in the space
between places.
I am sometimes
a space between places.

Sometimes, I am high above,
sinking.
I am sometimes
high above, sinking.

Sometimes, I touch
the fallen stars.
I am sometimes
touching fallen stars.

And when I am myself,
I examine the what,
not the why.
And I offer grace.

After a compliment and criticism—
after kindness and harm,
after joy and pain,
after this and that,
and before or in between—
grace is sufficient.

For grace is love
that does not assume
an intention.