I want to tell you things
look different now, more
early morning, more finch
egg blue. That the awaiting
hatchling is still in its shell,
protected by the pale, thin
bubble of motherhood, film
intact, sac separating love
from what may always be
awry. And even if it falls,
even if an uncaring wind
brings it to unexpected
places, it will land among
softness, handled gently
by field and our patient
earth. Nested by sage.
By leaf. By lavender.
Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright May 9, 2024, all rights reserved
Thank you to poet Sheena Mosier for inspiring the title of this poem which may very well become the title of my next book.
Posted in Katherine's Coffeehouse
