We could not tell you sooner—
you had to ask the question first,
had to wonder why….
Let go the hand of the known,
and of not-knowing.
Come, meet your power.
Ask—what do I want instead?
Unhitch yourself from the wagon
that goes only one way
knows only one route
travels the same rutted path
it always has,
The shutter opens by degrees,
the thin film peels away
one quarter inch at a time
as it has been doing,
as you have been doing
even as you swear you cannot…