suspended

suspended 
I have been in this place before
between two "worlds"
dangling

you think about what it might be like
you try to imagine
you wonder
nothing prepares you for the reality

we think we know the progression 
elementary school to middle school
middle school to high school
high school to college
single to married
a couple to parents
full house to empty nest
married to single again
but sometimes it doesn't happen the way we planned

interruptions
detours
road blocks
dead ends

occasionally the way is crystal clear
other times if the fog was any thicker you could cut it with a knife
rest stops, sometimes you need them more frequently
it's all part of this journey called life