Poem © 2020 by Joyce Mason
Deep inside me
seeds are desperate to crack open
as the Sun warms the earth a bit longer
every day
inching to the Equinox.
The seedlings are
chicks pecking at eggshells
from the inside
out.
New hopes,
dreams, goals, changes:
Resolutions to
revolutions.
No one knows what
work it takes
to mount or
withstand this energetic build-up.
It’s dark, jabbing
into the unknown.
It is
disconnection and disorientation at their cruelest.
Yet one day like
the Tortoise and the Hare,
the slow
chicklets of resurrection
crack the shell
as we do the crust of our winter malaise.
Like the slow
results of escape with inadequate tools,
We make our
jailbreak.
All heaven breaks
loose.
Holy Aries!
~~~
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