"You mean, now?"

The gaps are the thing. The gaps are the spirit's home; 

the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that the spirit can discover itself like a once blind man unbound. 

Yes. I think this is true.  It  is  in those gaps, the bending, 

the spaces between,  those gaps,  like those between this leaf and that one, once tied together on a branch that gave thick shade, cover -- and perhaps that's exactly what you needed then, protection,  --  but a new moment, occasion, a new possibility and asks, please, " give us room,  find the gaps....

that leave us with room for some new -- direction, decision,

determination "

to take a bold step, perhaps, beyond the bizarre security of a refugee camp, and step onto that freaky big airplane, and   Go!  

discover a new world -- the one within yourself being the most important!

And wear a lovely taffeta dress to graduation, 

family having discovered a new world within, too:   Pride. 

In open fields, fallow, empty lands, some as large as this one -- where enormous, giant-size plans come to mind,   almost fully hatched from the start, with plenty of room to consider options,

Yes, it's true.  It is those gaps, the so-called 'empty' spaces, 

where some new 

idea,  plan,  clarity,  gets through the thicket of everyday stuff, or old verities that deserve another - and a critical - look.  

Once upon a time, somebody saw a gap:   how does this become that? 

And went digging, experimenting, putting one gap beside another, and

figured this out. 

(not that  I  understand, mind you, but other people do, which helps us all)

"Stalk  the  gaps ...