As yet untitled

You are the piece of earth

That gave birth to me

Composed of sinew and tissue

The womb I grew within

Mother ground

Long since abandoned

Yet living on in cells and memories and aching

This morning I feel you all around me

But also deep inside the hollowed places

Carved out by mixed up desires

And frustrated longing

Aching for an unknowable sense of being

That appears ephemeral

As fleeting and insubstantial

As a feather on the breeze

Blown this way and that by wind gusts

Or pelleted to the ground by storms

My being at times became the storm

That raged with a yearning for life

It could not silence

And now when I turn to face the ocean behind me receding

Remembering gales that blew

And the torrential seas I crossed

Tears explode inside me

Almost breaking me in two

They speak to my soul

Of hidden depths

And of so much more that words could ever say

I feel my lostness as a great unweilding energy

Beating inside my chest

And as I bend low to the ground in supplication

I feel behind my shoulder blades

The sprouting of wings

That long to become airborne

Feeling only the impulse

But as yet

Not the direction

To take flight