The first rain of spring
- - - - - -
let it rain
let it wash away
all of the fear I found
after unpinning every careful shape
the patches of anguish
the threads of uncertainty
the scattered pieces of fabric
that were on a path to becoming
what once was to be
the awkward steps on new legs
naked, forgetting form
walking on unexplored grounds
the shock of earth
hands reaching for the future
grasping for the past
groping for something steady
this awkward
creature
tumbling
I want to know what lies beneath
I want to know what it looks like
when it grows in the dark
pushing its tender leaves higher
clinging to the hope that
"this way must be up!"
until
that shining day it breaks through
when the sun pours over it
like a warm hand on a cold body
a burst of clarity
for a weary traveler revived
- - - - - -
let it rain
let it wash away
all of the fear I found
after unpinning every careful shape
the patches of anguish
the threads of uncertainty
the scattered pieces of fabric
that were on a path to becoming
what once was to be
the awkward steps on new legs
naked, forgetting form
walking on unexplored grounds
the shock of earth
hands reaching for the future
grasping for the past
groping for something steady
this awkward
creature
tumbling
I want to know what lies beneath
I want to know what it looks like
when it grows in the dark
pushing its tender leaves higher
clinging to the hope that
"this way must be up!"
until
that shining day it breaks through
when the sun pours over it
like a warm hand on a cold body
a burst of clarity
for a weary traveler revived

