Between each breath
one, maybe two seconds at most,
a tiny space of nothingness.
My passport can’t get me there.
Driving faster, running harder,
multitasking while eating lunch
working later, doing more…
no closer to my destination.
“Where would you like to travel to?” they ask.
someplace between
inhale
and exhale.
© Ali Grimshaw
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Reblogged this on flashlight batteries and commented:
I am resharing this poem today in honor of National Relaxation Day. One long slow breath. Try it out.
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Oh God, Ali I love this. I can relate.
The line that particularly touched me is..
“someplace between
inhale
and exhale”
So true.
Many blessings and so glad that you are here and we connected on wordpress 🙂
Debbie
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Debbie, I love your comments. I can’t thank you enough for sharing your reflection. Bless you and keep your love light shining bright. The world needs you.
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I could relate to this! Everybody truly needs a mindful vacation!
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Thank you for reading Nina.
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My bags are packed!
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I love it. Mine too!
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“Where would you like to travel to?” they ask.
someplace between
inhale
and exhale.
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Thank you for your reflection.
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I would kill to be in that place right now!
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I am glad you could relate. Thanks for your feedback.
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Love the images in your poem!
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Thank you for your kind reply.
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That sounds like a good place to be.
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Thanks Barbara.
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