In between the end of school and leaving for skating
In between lunch and dinner
In between getting up groggy and hit-the-hay stupor
In between books and papers
In between leftover noodles and tomato pesto
In between the spoons and knives
In between I’ll call you and see you next week
In between we know this and I forgot
In between the right words and the I-don’t-care words
In between what’s started and what’s unfinished
In between I’m fine and I miss you
In between shut up and shut down
In between unicorns and donkeys
In between what you told me and when I lied
In between a rock and a hard place
In between the first and the last kiss
In between hello and goodbye
In between what’s real and what’s true
In between all of me and some of you.
edifiedlistener 
This is beautifully thought-provoking. In between your lines, there is so much to unpack. I keep coming back to this line- “In between what’s real and what’s true”
I really love the repetition- as the previous person commented- it is very thought-provoking.
The last line really got me!
This poem encourages meditation. We get so busy with the beginning and the end of things that we do not pay homage to the times ‘in between’ where we should also be present. Thanks for presenting a thought provoking slice.
The repetition really gives this the sense of enormity that I think it deserves…there is space in the “in between”s, but I’m not sure we always see it or know it because there are so very many.
In between unicorns and donkeys…that’s a lot of space!
I love this poem.
Thank you! “a lot of space!” That’s a great way to see it, Lisa! 😂
Interesting words and structure, with lots to think about “in between.” I want to try this and see what emerges.
Sherri, this is beautiful. I read it twice. It sent me into my own in betweens. It left room for imagining. You’re such a talented writer, thank you too for the inspiration. And it kind of reminded me of this post I wrote, with the repetition of ‘in the beginning..’ https://www.nqcliteracy.com/blog/in-the-beginning
This is going to sound like it’s from left field, but your poem today strikes me as mathematical. One of the things that I love about numbers math (and probably physics and astrophysics) is that there is ALWAYS an infinity between any two things. This poem, gives us those boundaries and dares us as the reader to create the spaces between them. Beautiful stuff, this.
Super creative! I love this!