Leaving by Thomas G. Fiffer
Observing green leaves turning gold, pondering their pending drop, I considered the phrase "betwixt and between.” Between I knew, but betwixt’s etymology offered "the space that separates." The word "space" straddles the phrase, establishing betwixt’s borders. Change, even sudden, occurs in stages; switching states means crossing into the between space, neither here nor there, green nor gold, dead nor alive. This liminal space is where imagination hovers, vibrating with magic, not an end but a means to an end, not a continent we reach and conquer, but a kingdom of air we inhabit through the act of giving chase.
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Leaving by Carin Torp and Lisa Rogers, view performance here —>