From "Foreign Bone"

Have you ever awakened and known that you were
Not yourself?
Awakened knowing, if only for moments
That you were the Old One
Not born of woman
Not kind
Much older than thought
With one disguise under the other
The Busy One
Who maintains the perfect imbalance
Spinning us like plates at the top of His golden pole.
And I tell you
Sometimes when I awake
I am that Old One
And it is wonderful
If only for moments
To see through all of the walls.

Jacqueline Stigman

Published in "Second Glance" Autumn 1994 No: 03
(an excerpt from my poem Foreign Bone)