A Hoyden Carefree Poem by Margaret Alice

Sitting quietly, immobile, not fighting the
rare experience of changed consciousness,
no more putting on hold the long-distance
call from eternity - accepting the line

Listening on the inside, respecting the
existence of the nearly suffocated original
silence, not sinking under the waves flailing
hysterically, accepting quietude as

The right of my birth, though it comes and
goes without consulting me, I love the
feeling of sacred awe in its presence,
tomorrow I’ll try again to run around

Like a hoyden carefree– today I’m
spending time in the cathedral inside…