Inviting Opening Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stalwart, not wanting to move forward, wanting only to
watch what I'm seeing now with an interior sight.

Calmly and silently knowing there is something hiding
in the shadows of thought too timid and shy to come
out in the open.

Letting it test and explore the atmosphere on it's own,
coming out when it's good and ready.

An inviting opening, awaiting it's arrival with antici-
pation, knowing that it will be a profound and sublime
experience well worth waiting for.

Standing patiently through measures of time and their
tempos of rhythmic harmonies in E flat minor, chords
touching the essence of a certain area of my cortex
that's protected from scrutiny of others in life.