Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus
Shakespeare missed out a bit, it seems.
We may be a lot, or little
More, or less
Plentiful, or lacking
Happy, or ever searching
All of these may be within us
But just as much is outside
And in the liminal spaces between the two withins
It’s in these spaces, that bodies talk
Through touch, speech, taste, and sight
Love is felt, lost, and rediscovered
Fellowships forged, broken, and reunited
It is within these spaces, that we become
More than us, even if just a bit more.
Or so I think.