The moments in between

Sometimes I wonder

About all these moments

That don’t seem to matter

Part of life’s minutiae

The space between events

That feel listless, endless

We’re tempted to rush through them

Waiting for something to happen

For excitement , for change

We wish them away

So many breaths we don’t count

So many minutes we won’t get back

We blink so often without noticing

In these times in between

Our hair and nails grow longer

Our faces get wrinkled

Our spines start to shrink

So many changes go overlooked

Until they are staring us in the face

We look in the mirror

And an old lady stares back

And we wonder

How did this happen?

When did I grow old?