In Between
This is where
cultures move back
into place
hearts stretch or shrink
to fit back into the
shapes of what was before
except they cannot quite
fit
when the pulse is stronger
the beat is louder
the flow of love moved
beyond boundaries of
quadrants, arteries and veins.
You have a new vessel
or one that has enlarged
it’s boundary.
This is where voice mails
ding ding ding
emails demand
attention
sweet reunions over phones
texts
chats
tweets
we have arrived “home”.
Where no armed guards
await
trash is hidden
clothes are clean
toilets flush paper
salad is safe
someone is waiting; or not.
This is where news comes
sorrow
joy
progress
regression
death
diagnoses
deadlines
needs
surprises
disappointments;
Life. 
This is where
we each choose
what we take with us
what we leave behind.
Praying we will choose
to carry
love
wherever we go
from here;
the place
in between.
Vona Rose Wilson
(from Miami airport)
Life in the Deep End 
Vona, a beautiful poem. Welcome home.
Thank you, Truitt. It is always so good to be home!
Love the poem! Hugs. See you soon–in Guat! Aunt Nancy
Very powerful. You have such a talent for writing.