Her body inflates, puffs of hope rising

Kiss the ground, kiss tree and flower

She expands to hold all the world

Across creation her figure towers


She is death, she is rebirth and life

She is the petals gracing your cheek

The first bird in the morning light

The crickets and fireflies, all to seek


Her limitless abundance becomes rot

Her little gifts pierce the dirt

She is pain and the giver of pain

She exhales, and releases the hurt


Why should we let her struggle

When we become hers in the end

Life after life, over and over

Eternal rotation, our foe, our friend


© 2018 Valerie Hathaway



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