liminal tea in poetry

i am the leaves
that crunch
beneath my feet
or at least I was
or at least I will be

i came from the earth
below the leafy crunch
and i’ll be going back
someday
i came from the gray sky
above my worried head
and i’ll be going back
someday

but now
this now
right now
this terrible awesome now
this mundane humdrum now
i am a thing
in-between
a residue or a retina
a tether or a cable
for just a little while
for just this little while
in-between