Rebirth
- An Easter offering

I am hushed
by fragile fingertips
pushing moistly
through the soft damp earth

hush...don't cry
don't cry

each waking morning
prying into
this hard grey cocoon
encasing me

not a beautiful bed
but one I have chosen
embraced even
dark, quiet
familiar
safe

another cycle
come full round
already then
I ask
sighing

and do i
want to
start again?

don't know
do I?

those gentle eyelids
opening slowly
peering out
first a few
then a few more

croci eyes
and
tulip eyes
and daffodil eyes

iris eyes
and Irish eyes
and maple eyes

struggling
watching
squinting
blinking
welcoming

can't you see us?

 

come out and look
look
look at US!

our tender fingertips caress you
hold you gently

our bright new eyes welcome you
warm you
invite you

at first I cannot see
but for the tiny crack
inside this shell
harsh sliver of light

but then
curiosity
I push and pry
timid at first

then harder
stronger
urgently

let me out!!!

pushing with hands
then feet
pounding

let me out!!!

let your fingertips tickle my feet
let your rainbows dazzle my eyes
your warm gentle breezes
wrap me in a new cocoon
a softer blanket
one easily shed

born again
into this earth

ready?

I don't know

Let me fly

I think I can

Kathleen
Easter
1998