Sage Femme by Vanessa Jubis

I must wait for present to become past
As the wind blows and I watch the heavy showers
The day becomes dim and the skies overcast
My body takes over and I begin to fall
I tumble into the land that they call “out there”
Time is still and meditation takes over
The only breath that I can watch
Blowing like daisies from my mouth
My full womb is speaking nothing but “surges”
The pain is like watching the departure of birds
They come and they go and they sing
I chant “let it go” and “let it be”–
“let it go” and “let it be”–
I must be patient and the patient
That does not watch the clock
In this meditative hour–
I trust the process…

And the sage femme simply waits.