Between Here and There

There is a boundary between here and there

It's not a fence or a wall

But a finger drawn line in the sand

A whisper breath of chamomile tea

I can see them from time to time

Those who went first

Like a line of lemmings jumping in one after another

They send words in liquid form

A trail of thoughts that are intended to help but often don't

Pay attention there is something to learn

It isn't always about you

Breathe

Everything will work out

We mingle in those ideas for a minutiae of a second

The perfume of freshly grilled tortillas

A rose at the peak of life

The leavings of a particular canine

Occasional whiffs of the prairie from a couple of centuries ago

Announcing which of them has offerings

Being me, I often rail at their advice

While they smile and wait

(I sense the smile as it is not seen)

Those from before know eventually I will pause

To pay attention

Soon understanding that it isn't always about me

And

 Breathing until everything works out