How it begins

Art by Navita Wijeratne

To make sense

Gather the seeds and plant them

 

Stems and petals from yesterday

Woven together with rose-tinted fingers

Where history is clarity

And recognition is warmth

Not for good or bad

But for you to keep

 

Leave the skeleton

That brought you here

From the womb and up the mountain

To the golden valley where I see you now

As strong as they were

Those bones are too old to hold you

 

Step out of that tiny fortress

Into the dazzling tease of tomorrow

Thick with elation and desperate unease

And open yourself

With a love so deep and true

To the force you will become

 

Originally published in Woroni Vol.72 Issue 1 ‘Evolution’