Flight Paths One

"We all begin in secret"

A tantalizing thought,

and a new one for me.

Yet, isn't it true? 

It feels delicious.

I know I certainly feel

"late for the present moment" often.

So many times, I experience

a feeling of delayed response

as my mind absorbs something

now in the past and wish I'd

have "caught it" 

when it was actually happening.

I know only a little about being displaced;

but can imagine it.  I love the language 

the poet uses.

"an unfinished sketch

hovering in the half-light...

space of endlessness

and disequilibrium"

And finally, anyone attempting to learn a new language

can identify with "bruising ones mouth".

I would add bruising one's mind as well.

PS:  This is the first section of a larger poem I'm posting in smaller pieces. I'm struck by this poem being co-written by two poets, I was also drawn by the fact it's featuring emerging (a favorite word) women writers from migrant backgrounds.  It makes this piece especially poignant to me. I haven't much experience with being 

Elodie Books and Creative Writing editor at Lucy Writers Platform, and is a co-facilitator of What the Water Gave Us, an Arts Council England funded anthology project for emerging women writers from migrant backgrounds,