A Foot In Two Timelines

At night the timelines shift and I must sift
details of urgent messages which, sent,
echo and shock me so I wake, alert
wide open, glad to put bare feet in dirt.

Early morning, after a true dream chills,
goosebumped and wide awake, it seems, thrills
anticipatory and wild should slake
hunkered down silent by this cloud-filled lake.

But intuition’s waterproof, I’m here
ornery and informed, ideas queer.
Rising flocks of cedar waxwings appear
startling and unexpected. My heart’s clear.

Inspired by: Idea, Waterproof, Ornery and Chills.

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Victoria Stuart

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

7 thoughts on “A Foot In Two Timelines”

    1. I do, too. Those red lipsticked wing feathers! The delicate coloring. Oohs and aah. Even though they always first appear here around the summer solstice, their arrival is always a joyful surprise. And to burst out while I was writing my morning poem, well, I’ll be smiling all day!

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