Break Free

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

How we need to be free!

I watch the butterflies emerging from their chrysalises,

folded and fat-bodied with amazement,

“What are these?!”

and the damsels, stepping out of their cellophane-like 
exoskeletons like elegant ladies exiting a tattered 
carriage for a long anticipated gala.

In the soft-lined cups hidden within 
the rose and blackberry brambles,

naked little beaked-things are cracking 
their way out of perfect eggs

and finding their “feed me, World!” voice.

The bluebells have once again pushed through

the hard red clay and molding leaf litter

to make offerings of delightfully nodding flowers, which

bees newly emerged from comb cells visit for a spell.

While, at the pond, a bronze-colored froglet

walks onto dry land and experiments with hopping.

Do you know this kind of satisfaction –

The kind that can only come from whole-bodied emergence?

This, I believe, is what is impatiently awaiting you.

Spring, in every which way, is repeating two words:

Break. Free.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Wild Life: New and Selected Poems" 

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