We hear a warm feminine voice:

Socially Distant Art, Liminal Beings, 2021

Margaret Chase, Litany, Untitled 

How do you go when there’s nowhere to go

We guide us, we liminal ones

Above, below, within, without

Where do you know when there’s so much to know

What is it situated

When is it located

Can we guide us, we liminal ones

A world we don’t know

So we go with the flow and the flaws 

On the floor we are 

Orphans

No longer back there nor yet up to where

We float in 

The space in-between

Refugees flying

In visions and longings

We guide us, we liminal ones

Suspended, upended

Feeling, unfolding

a holding, hollow, a heldness

a sort of a deafness

A kind of a blindness

That may lead to kindness

We’re waiting, 

the wounded,

and watching.

We’re wond’ring

foundlings wand’ring

can we guide us, we liminal ones

The not-dead-yet, the about-to-be-born

The thresholds we lean out from --

There’s emptiness

Hollowing

And we are following

Quickly, now slowly, more slowly…

And holding to wait for the way

We’re imprisoned but free

So we go with the flow and the flaws

And we caw and we cry

Fleeing down from on high 

We can love

We can breathe

Can we hope.

Margaret Chase

2021. Poem. 1 min. 53 sec.