A poem about standing on the threshold to a new life…
You’re here, you’ve arrived, are you ready?
We never think we are and yet we linger,
knuckles poised and toes upon the mat.
Your shaking exhalation tells a story.
Breathe and I will hear it with my heart,
through the crashing of the words you do not have,
You’re here, you’ve arrived, you are ready
to sink into the rally and the hum,
the almanac of whispers from your bones -
to come alive.