forgotten seed / buried / sensing seeps of light / begins 
finest threads thicken / whatever hinders
transforms to twist / becomes a spiral climbing

I have worked the dirt / searched for what lay underneath --
crabbed fingers / sought like roots /
blind / determined / reaching

once so keen for truth / deep cut and pulled by grief /
I did not stop my body’s urge
but stretched full-length upon the ground
and felt the subtle arc of earth / lean to light

growth / contains the dark that once contained it /
cramped notions expended / yield

not in split-second spill / but in slow-motion / full of grace
flowers fruit / thoughts mature to meaning
suspicions turn to welcome / then the clear result

welcome / stand up / open

poem by Jo Mariner

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