Emergence

Photo by Stephanie Landis

Emergence

Waiting. Body still, eyes

absorbing the quiet morning; thirsty soul drinks in the beauty. Yesterday’s snow laces

the pines, a thin veil of cloud mists the sunrise. Moments later, sky brightens, revealing snow geese silhouetted by gray light.

Their honks beat

a longing in my soul- oh how

I ache to fly with white wing, up and up,

soar! Belonging - right there third in the row –

following the impossible

 pull of instinct, urgency.

housefinch eggs: photo by Stephanie Landis

Does spring pulse in my

soul, tugging me toward conception, nesting,

a turning and breaking of shells?  

First, I must work for emerging,

struggle, grieve the loss of womb, cave, 

hearth. I tremble, even as I stretch

toward what is dawning.  Dreams 

incubate, impatient to pip. Embracing reality

- challenge enough. How do I engage what  

is forming, stuff too new own?  Too 

strange, unfamiliar, so downy

and vulnerable.

I weep my goodbyes, reach 

for tomorrow, catching hints of 

yellow, newlings tumbling 

about, tripping through grasses,

bobbing on currents, comforted under wings

surprisingly there. Feasting on life, and

the softness of Mother.

photo by Owen Newman