This liminal time
Now see!
Here she sits on the beach
in the holy action of waiting
while her soul trembles in the rhythm
of humanity and divinity.
Through the stealth of dawn
she breathes this liminal time
till there is light enough to see
the rock revealed.
The fall of tide
lays bare the fissure
and she knows
no beeswax or incense
only wild space for the marvellous.
© Anne Powell
16 April 2022
