Between the street, a swirl of sound and light,
And the house, a womb of warmth and calm,
She waits, watching, drawn in two directions,
A bird poised on the edge of nest and flight.

Within the known, in sight of vistas wide,
That hour, that day, that age within a life
Arrives without a proper warning,
Relentless as the motion of the tide.

Life is not all pattern, not all dare;
Every darkness hides its special light.
Childhood breaks from chrysalis, emerging;
Just a single step and she is there.

Between by Judy Schilling

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