Spring

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Every year
when it comes,
I ask myself:

“What am I emerging from?”

 “What am I emerging into?”

Sooner or later we must leave

the darkness. Ready or not
the brisk air of early spring
wants bodies to hold on to.

So, I think on the others coming forth.
The bear and her cubs that have been
hidden among the rock walls

above my cabin.

The frogs and salamanders that

were below ground,
breathing through their skin.

The flowers, a sacred pattern

of cells laid out on an invisible

blueprint of celebration.
And I have a question:

how too do I take myself into this world?
I think about how it seems

so effortless to them.

There they are where they

weren’t before.

But poets like to find things,

like an idea,

like a meaning,

something that causes stirring,

because a world that always

sleeps cannot awaken.

So, this is it, I think:
some words on a page,

some questions arising among

them.

Here I am saying,

“It is spring!”

And asking you to notice

that something wants

to emerge,

and must.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Conversations with Mary: Words of Attention and Devotion"

Winner of the Nautilus Book Award silver medal for poetry

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