King tide

The woman is awake and dressed now,
touched by the sound of
laughter she has found her place,
quite unlike the beginning.
She stands on the deck of a ship
and as though a live instrument,
she sways to an intuitive rhythm
moving on a hydraulic sound wave.

She watches excitedly for the light

to shine on the ships coming in and

She strains to watch them multiply.

Her eyes are closed in gratitude

to be here for such a time as this.

To participate in the great unfolding

of promises in the present hour!

With building astonishment

she attempts to remain

poised while dancing like a dandelion

under the magnitude of truth.

For this has she searched

and longed, impatiently knowing
we are all here to live as though it has
been purchased in entirety.