Challenging the Doors of Time

For Maya and Kit

I’m up early to meet

my friends in the air.

We exult in our powers

shifting through the frigid

layers of loyalty

the passes closed til spring.

We tune in to our chagrin

our hurting hearts

the snide comments

and clueless coworkers,

the spacious now

and the divine being




We’ve mastered space,

laughing as we fly

through that pretense,

calling on the world-wide

web to connect us.

We’re dissecting time

even though we’ve agreed

to meet just like this

at 7:30 precisely,

it is a ticket

to now

dispelling the trance

awakening again

and again.

I used to visualize

growing roots deep into the earth

before learning to pause

at the threshold,

humming with the roots

just below the surface.

The world is completely unlike

what we’ve been taught,

and even though we have

slipped easily through the barriers,

we find ourselves

reluctant to present this

simmering magic,

perhaps attracting a passerby’s

admiration for what’s seen

while the thrumming hums

underground like trees,

bursting into now

at our command.

Inspired by the song It’s A Kind Of Magic, Credit, Exult, Frigid, Chagrin.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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