An Old Poem of Mine

Somewhere Between Here and There

Somewhere between Here and There that’s where I am
No border can say, no stamp can tell,
No language portend, no fashion reveal
Somewhere between here and there

“Come,” you offered. Can I trust your voice?
One foot out, now two overboard
Fixing my eyes through the lake’s mist,
Toward your embrace, and a Belgian kiss
“Follow me,” you whisper, “follow me.”

In one month’s time, Brux intrigued me,
In two month’s time, she deceived me,
After six months’ time, You’ve freed me,
Six months more, who’s to say where I’ll call home,
somewhere between here and there

Wearied by the survival game
Escape seeps in through the clinging rain
Dark mornings the quiet excuse
Ten minutes more drowns my muse
“I am here,” you soothe, “I am here.”

The gate beckons like a gameshow host
What’s behind gate 23? Coast to coast
Back to the future in 9 hours time
I fade in the sea of homogeneity
“You are mine,” you assure, “you are mine.”
somewhere between here and there

Out of the chute into the race
Reunions decry the victor of space
Faces from dreams, realigned hearts,
Where does the old end and the new start?
Somewhere between here and there
Somewhere between here and there


anne d kittrell, jan 2006