Gritty gravel pulses beneath each stride,
Amber sun and shadow endlessly collide.
Ancient woods murmur with emerald breath,
Cold wind’s fingers trace stories of death.
Solitude tastes of iron wild, enduring,
Memory’s lantern swings through dusk, assuring.
Hope’s fragrance drifts fragile, fiercely alive,
Heartbeat echoes yearning, learning to survive.
Each forked mile births a silent plea;
Purpose flickers distant star on dark sea.
Strength is forged in crucibles unseen,
Time’s river scours stone, polishes it clean.
Dawn spills gold on trembling, waiting land;
Dreams rise, phoenix-winged at hope’s command.
Rain baptizes earth’s furrowed, open brow;
Horizons unroll scrolls of infinite now.
Every pebble mirrors the wanderer’s face
Past and future in silent embrace.
Infinity hums in the hush between;
The road dissolves self and cosmos unseen.
“The Hush Between” was born from long walks and quiet reckonings. Those moments when the world speaks not with noise but with presence. This poem reflects the internal landscapes we traverse as much as the physical ones: grief, resilience, solitude, transformation. Each line seeks to capture that in-between place where stillness carries meaning, and the road teaches more than the destination.
If this piece resonated with you, I’d love to hear where it took you. Did a particular line speak to something you’ve experienced on your own journey? Share your reflections or interpretations in the comments. I read every one.
