That liminal space
of transition
the known and the unknown
riding the wave ‘in-between’
these worlds
the no longer
& the not yet
we ride that invisible wave
a mandorla surrender
that cannot be forced into
I am here or there,
again
awaiting the transition
into something tangible
something with meaning
something to embrace
Do you know this world
willing to live within it
until the time is right?
How patient must the task
become
Caroline
