We arrive at the shallow shores
Of swampy waters from which we came
At the apex of decision
Do I want to return
What is it I still need to create
Or understand?
Will I choose to arrive
As a woman or a man
Which ever one I have too much of
I will select the other
Climbing up that pillar
To be launched
Flung back into the world
For yet another thrill seeking challenge
Where I have been
Is everywhere at the same time
As days and years are unmeasured
In the course of endless space
I long yet, once again, not completely satisfied
I wander through the traditional
Only on the fringes of something really new
And everything in its due time, in its season
The truth is impenetrable
Bobbling, in my floating, non-sea worthy vessel
Getting ready to make that great leap
Not yet believing it is almost time to return
Lessons in the chest pocket must be carefully read
Maybe, when just waiting at the airport at boarding time
Understanding that E.T.A. is not the issue.
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