Falling fast from the comfort
of hands that once held me,
I am called to silence–to wait,
to rest in hibernation days.
A significant seed shifting,
I bend, wiggle, squirm; roots
re-position to redefine space.
A hardened seed coat softens
within muck of thick, ebony walls.
Pain and pangs are strong-
perseverance wails in waiting.
Dampened earth suddenly shakes,
moving me toward open crevices-
delivering day’s daylight – amazing.
Sunshine swirls light all around,
twirls in a ballerina’s fashion,
spinning my spirit like a top in a
kaleidoscopic confetti celebration.