Kinetic Gap
The moment before change becomes movement
Have you ever felt something shift
before you could explain it?
That space where nothing has happened yet—
but something already has.
There’s a moment before the switch is flipped before the current flows before thought becomes movement It’s a moment we all get lost in— each of us naming it differently. One called it stillness— that quiet place where nothing seems to move, yet nothing will ever be the same again. I’ve lived in that place longer than I planned on. Another said it felt like recognition, like something already known finally rising to the surface. I’ve found myself— or maybe a self caught in that same static and it clicked, like a memory unlocked And someone else— they heard it close. Not loudly. Not all at once. But like a door that had already been shut before you realized you were on the other side. Before you understood you closed something that won’t open again. Maybe that’s why it resists naming. Because the moment doesn’t arrive the same way in every heart. How could it? No heart speaks the same language, no switch connects to the same lights. Sometimes it whispers. Sometimes it settles. Sometimes it seals. But it always leaves you standing there— looking at a world that hasn’t changed, knowing you have. M.R. Jones
Reflection
Not every change announces itself.
Some don’t feel like movement at all—
at least not at first.
They happen quietly.
Internally.
Before anything visible shifts.
And by the time you recognize it,
you’ve already crossed.
That’s the space this came from—
that moment between knowing and action,
where something settles in you
before your mind can catch up.
If this resonated, I’d like to hear your thoughts.
Thank you for reading, and for being part of this space.


That gut feeling. Follow the gut the first time!
This poem captures so beautifully that quiet, almost invisible moment when everything begins to shift inside us. It speaks to the subtle power of change and the space between knowing and doing. Thank you for giving voice to this delicate place.