• Poems

    Threshold… s

    It is as if at some point so far unknown to you until it reaches present time Things are unfolding. On some level of being some place of knowing things are happening But lie unseen to the common observer (which as it happens, is you, at the time) Motion, co-motion e-motion stirring moving beneath the surface. But not so deep it is in-discernible It is there. You know it is. When, seemingly, ‘out of nowhere’ it appears everybody gasps. But you knew. knew it was coming, if not how or what it would look like, when it came. You can live from the place of the great mystery unravelling upon…