Between Earth and Sky

Stillness always comes to mind
in between Sky and Earth,
my two sisters at hand
who awaken my senses
from being anesthetized
of all traffic congestion

Sky just peaks as my eyelids
blink at the possibilities
you´ve awaken me to
calling as the clouds
spread across
stretched by an icy wind
that insists on sneaking
in through the sleeveless
dress revealing the cold beneath
my skin,

just enough to hear rumbles
still so fresh among Haitian streets
and Chiles´borderline
caving in among the Sunami
yes it is alive,
tectonic plates shifting between seconds
perhaps right beneath my feet
enough to awaken consciousness
and choices,

ah those choices to be still
just between those two who guard
the in betweens,
the details
and the skill of maintaining
momentum

not to break those imperfections
or the heart that awakens after all
these years of laying low
of laying secure
secure under the shelter of others.