space

I've often looked for space,
my space,
outside -
in the moors and chasms
lying vacant and busy,
flitting between
disembodiment
and a tight squeeze,

until I came upon
one moment of utter bliss,
in this little corner
somewhere inside,
between blinks and breaths,
a slice of heaven
that can be picked up,
used and saved
anytime,
without a fuss
or statement,

a piece of me inside me,
folding in on itself -
a mobius strip
overflowing
quietly
with endless grace.