[Written by Rowan Bland]
[Image by Elena Roselli]
I have always been in-between
Sideways and down ways and always
I am rumbled between homes with my eyes
locked at the view of the sun between the slats and
I am between you, locked so tightly that I
forget I am an inbetween-er.
Look in-between my hands
the sun is caught there like a miniature version
of my world.
Inside your hand I am away from this road that is being
devoured in front of me.
In this wooden box I am bumped and indecisive
I am rocked all ways and always will be
[Image Description: The head and upper body of a female statue, photographed from the back, so the statue seems to look back at a cluster of leaves and branches.]