Emergence

Photo: emerging cicada/ (c) Jamie K. Reaser

It is time.

Crawl up from the underworld.

Depart your long stay in

thick darkness and clay.

Find your roots.

Find your roots.

Follow – straight or

spiraling - to the surface and

into the humid,

star-storied night.

Proceed slowly, yes,

but with the unyielding intent

to become the amazing thing

that you have never before

seen.

Can you feel your soft, tender body

up against the inside of your

dry, tight skin?

The edge. The tightness.

It tears you apart…

this back-splitting longing to

be larger than that which has

contained you.

I know that dream.

The one about having wings.

So, find that place where you will,

consciously,

take the last step as who you have been,

unfold your future,

and cast the old story behind you.

Emerge. Break free.

Surrender to your destiny,

lifting your long struggled form forth

onto a tree trunk,

or a flower stalk.

The moistness.

It is always there –

conception, growth,

birth, life, death.

Notice the eyes.

Red.

Let the soft dawning breezes

caress your sensitive nature,

as you unfurl lacy,

iridescent dreams.

So clear.

Now firm in the daylight.

You are seen.

Listen.

The world is calling to you.

Let yourself be heard.

Trust in what you have been

gifted.

Trust in what you have been

gifted.

Take flight –

with this core truth:

Where you land

and what you do

will determine

how well grounded

we are in the future.

(c) 2004-2011/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" (www.hiraethpress.com)