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The_jackalope

(1,660 posts)
Fri Feb 23, 2018, 06:48 PM Feb 2018

Incubation

Incubation
by Bodhi Paul Chefurka

I have been waiting in this darkness for half an eternity.
Sealed in soil, protected by my thick hard coat I wait.

Deep within, sleepy whispers of infinite patience;
The time is not yet right, and you are safe. Just wait.
When the time is right, you will know. Just wait.
I slumber on, dreaming slow, ancient dreams of life.

Somewhere overhead there is a noise, a crackle.
An impossibly swift crescendo - the crackle surges to a roar.
The soil around me changes,
The deep, slow part of me feels the sign.
It is time.

My dark earth home grows warm, and, in an instant, hot.
Fingers of flame reach through the soil,
Scorch my hardened skin -
The burning touch of a lover who will not be denied.
Under the fiery seducer's caress
My hard skin cracks and peels.

The lustful roaring of the fire dies away.
Again I wait.

In time a new sensation quickens my dim senses.
Overhead, instead of burning, now it rains.
I suck the moisture in through cracks in my skin,
Swell a little,
And once more I wait.

Time passes, and the rain comes again.
Once more I follow the coded primal dance.
Again I grow,
And wait.

Then again,
And yet again.

I have outgrown my devastated skin,
Rough soil rasps new and tender flesh.
In the dark I struggle upward.

The impulse is deeper now.
The pattern in my body tells me how to struggle,
But a deeper herald tells me why:
I am Life. I Must.

Surging up,
I burst into a foreign land - a cacophony of light and sound.
Resting, I bend my head to the familiar earth,
Soak up the warming touch of this higher plane.

In the warmth I now can feel Her presence, close around me.
She is very near,
But I cannot see her,
Though I search with all my might.

Without warning, from behind She speaks:
"That's one of the clearest profiles I have seen yet.
Really lovely.
Please have a look at mine and tell me what you think."

No longer a seed, not yet a tree,
I draw myself up straight,
Take a deep breath,
Turn to face Her radiance.

Oh yes, really lovely.

I think I am going to enjoy being a tree.
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Incubation (Original Post) The_jackalope Feb 2018 OP
That is lovely and inspiring! PJMcK Feb 2018 #1
Turns pink, looks down, digs toe in the dirt The_jackalope Feb 2018 #2

PJMcK

(21,998 posts)
1. That is lovely and inspiring!
Fri Feb 23, 2018, 06:59 PM
Feb 2018

What a wonderful expression and perspective! I don't know this poet but this is absolutely gorgeous.

Our country house is in a Pennsylvania forest and we love all of the different trees. In any direction, you can see hundreds of trees in every phase of life.

Thanks, The_jackalope! Enjoy your weekend.

The_jackalope

(1,660 posts)
2. Turns pink, looks down, digs toe in the dirt
Fri Feb 23, 2018, 07:44 PM
Feb 2018

That's me - it's mine. I just fell head over heels in love, and like so many poets, I do my best work under the influence of endorphins... Thanks for the kind words.

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