She begs for the time
of another realm,
far beyond and below
our clocks and agendas.
She won’t fall for your tricks,
or be fooled
by the expectant voices
bouncing around,
attempting to breakthrough
the barrier of silence,
absolutely necessary
for her gathering.
She bows to no one.
Except Process.
She lays down
her demand
deliberately :
Patience.
That is all.
She must now
sort through the remnants,
shattered on the cavern floor
of your heart,
deciding what to possess,
and what to discard.
She refuses stagnation,
you will never return
to who you were before,
nor will you want to.
You are finally ready
to participate
in the reformation
of all you know to be true.
Those who welcome you
may remain.
Those who don’t,
are not meant for you,
perhaps they never were.
Take her hand,
but don’t pull.
She longs for your arrival,
as much as you do.
But, my love,
you have only
just departed.
—deborah quibell
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