She Who Walks Between The Worlds

SHE WHO WALKS BETWEEN THE WORLDS
I am she who walks between the worlds;
That old and lonely place, Lost place.
Void of all who care.
The fertile moment before the moment,
The pause between each breath.
The void before the deed
The vacuum before the place.
And the sound before the bell;
The in-drawn breath filling the great bellows of the surf
And the lull before the storm;
The ticking second between the lightening and the thunder-
And, the idea before the word.
Caught forever in that old and lonely place, Lost place,
Void of all who care.
I am she who walks between the worlds;
Bridging past and future;
The mighty warrior of the truth.
The vacuum before the place
And the sound before the bell
The indrawn breath filling the great bellows of the surf
… And the lull before the storm.

--Marilyn A. Hudson (C2008)