The Space Between

I chased leaves on my run today
Following their erratic flight path
 
A sweeping arc
A steady drop
A seasick whirling dervish

Some were crusty brown, oven dry
Turned to dust by my fingertips
Others were yellow
And soft to the touch

It reminded me of being on the playground
Chasing leaves with a childhood friend
A leaf caught was luck earned

There is majesty in knowing
Something in its liminal phase
And being present
To the truth of a moment
Neither here, nor there