Transition, limbo, slack: The space between – a poem, maybe

Unscheduled time. 
Retreat. Weekend.
Time away. A break.
We all need it.

A change that's as good as a rest.
Quiet before the storm.
A place to land.

It's the inbetween.
Betwixt. Betwain.

Beware the wrath that falls upon the one who gets between it and me. 
Bright green with a path of purple and orange splayed across it.

The irony of writing this blog post in what would be my transition time between the activity of the day and the sleep of the night is not lost on me…