The Haven

Life happens-
sometime in the in between

The act of living, giving
way to the constant bombardment
of something, perhaps anything to fulfill
the shallow momentary lapse of time
which is the now

We all exist quietly in
our own life, our box, our haven
our normalcy and that which is comfort

Never fully commingling or intertwined
just stationary objects neither,
moving or bending, either
forward or backward.