footsteps approach
azure hem visible
through slit
a steady rapping
“who is there?”
an invitation in
the wordless woman busts the door
breaking the lock with one strong kick
the time has come to strip a mask
high priestess enters freely on a mission
a guardian of doorways into wisdom
baring the burden-blessing
in between opposing pillars
lovingly slaps imprisoned dreamers
or splashes water on the sleeper’s face
“get your ass up!
you’re late for school”
she says
