Sunday, December 27, 2015

In the heart of a seed


a shell cracking open
slowly at first
minute cracks invisible to the naked eye
a fine crazing 
just on the surface

then going deeper
toward the heart
the meat
of the tender
inside

pressure

expectation

anticipation

pain

new birth

splitting asunder
that tough exterior shell
until the cracks 
cross and meet
and the pieces 
start to fall
the chinks disappearing

Then one day
it is gone
the shell 
that sheltered
the innermost
seed

the shards of it
lay on the ground
and the heartmeat
is free
no longer encased
but wholly present
leaning toward the future
away from the past imperfect
blooming in riotous joy




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