The pause in the hang.
The corridor between sequences.
A passage that does not rush you forward.
I am standing between sequences now.
Not yet arrival.
No longer aftermath.
Summer’s new moon unfolds. A vestibule.
Open suitcases.
Institutional emails.
A city waiting beneath another city.
The next room is already lit.
I am only waiting
for my eyes to adjust.
Vestibule, from On the Third Day - May 2026
The pause in the hang.
The corridor between sequences.
A passage that does not rush you forward.
I am standing between sequences now.
Not yet arrival.
No longer aftermath.
Summer’s new moon unfolds. A vestibule.
Open suitcases.
Institutional emails.
A city waiting beneath another city.
The next room is already lit.
I am only waiting
for my eyes to adjust.
Vestibule, from On the Third Day - May 2026