Its Time Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

High summer is here,
after a cold and rainy spring,
after a bones chilling,
snow-banked winter.

This is my time of year,
This is when I'm at my best,
This is when I've always proved myself.

Yet here I sit,
tapping words out on a screen,
telling tales and remembering songs,
waiting for my 'moment' to reappear.

And it strikes me,
And it may strike you,
that sitting, tapping and tale-telling,
will not take me back into the world.

And it strikes me truly,
And it may strike you as well,
that waiting for something,
anything to change,
is not the way that something,
or anything changes.

As much as I fear it,
As much as I need it,
As much as I loathe it,
As much as I love it,

Change or Cease to live is the only ruling
the only path,
the only Law our Universe offers,
the only Law our Universe gives us,
the only Law our Universe follows.

So I must follow as well,
So I can follow, despite fear,
So I will follow, as best I can.
Its time.


(written July,2001)