Sunday, March 31, 2013

Housing IV

When cracked like a nut
No protection left
In the blinding, drowning world with
Silvery, prying devices,
Make like seeds and let fall

The hard withholdings of your outershell—
Bitter, brittle small—
And sink, sink deep
Into the ground around you—
Soft, cool, satiating—
To the root you will find growing until

Once your legs are strong
You stand up into the sun for the first time
Finding harsh rays the source of your energy
And storms refreshing to the core.

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