Answer 130 - All that's between

All that’s between

Barrels filled with rainwater
Stand alongside the barn
Dead ragweed between them
All in a row
Barrels separated by the commas
Of ragweed,
Sectioned into first, second, third
The weed between
Like the words between


Like the first, second and third words
Our children spoke,
Separated by the commas
Of the first coo and giggle and wail
the wails between
the words
between the songs sung
by two year olds
about birthdays and Bingo
the claps between the letters,
out of time, out of rhyme,
dogpaddling between the rocks of the
wondrous mysterious river of rhythm,
B, I, N clap, G, O clap
And then, the car rides between piano recitals
And trips to the airport;
Or just home from first days of school,
The rides between, the roads between
The words


In between the day they are born
And the day they wake up,
Really wake up,
Wake up and look at us, eye to eye, human and daring
Individual and
Apart
And write their own words
On surfaces we’ve never seen
In the spaces between
The words between
The rides and roads,
The wails and wonder and weeds between
Are row upon row upon row
a million barrels of sweet, blue rain
where we’ll drown in their waking
and we’ll drink forever   -           k. detor


Is it the drops of rain, or what's between them?