with hands cradling my heart i call to her
i wait with intent, there must be intent.
breathe in, breathe out, practicing the art of staying soft.
she comes in on the pineapple express
warmth moving up my body
to coax a shy tree or a lone rose
through solid ice and snow
she came with an ice auger on Sunday
drilling through layers of my past
to gather up abandoned eggs one by one
to reach the place of moving water
where fish swim in the dynamic flow
where new leaves pluse with life
they nestle in the warmth of my heart
a safe place to bloom.