When she goes away,
The world opens up,
Expanding her mind
and washing her sight.
Textures thicken,
Creating fresh pictures of reality.
Space and time flutters beyond the open doors,
Reminding her of its infinite mystery.
Those she left behind,
They return to themselves.
In their autonomy,
She is free to view them wholly.
Their unique value,
Strong or weak,
Overwhelms.
In this uncommon place,
She spends time
With someone old and new,
Familiar and unfamiliar.
And she may fumble,
Fearfully
Through the first few turning doors.
Or be surprised
By the person that instinctively takes over.
She who says,
“Step aside, coddled girl,
We’ve got a plane to catch
For ourselves.”
She,
Who leads the way,
Tightens her pack
Onto her shoulders,
And measures her surroundings.
For a short while,
She will learn from her again.
And return renewed.
