middle

the middle of the road,
the middle of the bench seat,
middle school,
caught in the middle –
uneasy, uncertain, undecided,
overlooked, underestimated-
I turn to my middle child status and find my place in the middle of the pack.
fair to middling, mid life crisis.
wakeful
watchful,
in the middle of the night.
stuck here in the middle with you.
moving into mid 30s,
middle of nowhere,
monkey in the middle watching
my middle-aged spread –
oh no, I choose more,
I choose instead
Oreo creme,
the marshmallows in s’mores,
not just crust but peanut butter
and jelly too,
not just a beginning, not longing for the end,
but the grand and glorious
middle,
the dash on a tombstone,
the cream of the puff:
enjoy every taste.

Published by heatherkuhl

Heather Hodgson Kuhl is a writer and therapist living with her husband Jon in southwestern Washington, which is to say, not the Portland OR metroplex. she has been scribbling and creating since the age of four. when not working as a full time therapist, Heather can be found eating too many chocolate covered espresso beans, gardening, reading, spending time with her nieces and nephews, or hatching plans to run away to the beach forever and ever, amen.

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