Waiting….

I’m a woman stretched through liquid time Sealed in a resinous pause. Waiting... Tick. Tick. Tick. ...for resurging creative superfluidity ...for breath and thought and wordforms to ripple and flow in ways wondrous and unpredictable. Waiting... Tick. Tick. Tick. ...to re-form. Reignite. Rebirth this she-self, this identity, this face I put brazenly into the world …