I am staring out of a window.
It is a train station,
mid-morning
or maybe early afternoon,
I have been sitting so long
it’s not quite up to me to say
Anymore.
Once upon a time
Time flowed easily for me
forward and back
Whichever direction I so desired
Goddess of my own creation.
Then Time slowed
And I found myself here -
a watcher have I become.
Yearning to seek that internal chord
that pulls ...