This Liminal Time

17 April 2022


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