Settle in my bones
you might say
without compunction
or judgement
or some silly self-description
Naked inside
and comfortable with it
able to leap small challenges
in a single thought
and discover that roadblocks
are an invitation
for a spontaneous picnic
Her grip
on reality
on outcome
her fantasy
and so
intentions awry
askew, aside
She stopped
she sighed
she breathed
prayed
listened
repurposed
and aligned
In the belly
growing and readying
to sprout
and now the quickening
begins anew
Imbolc's promise
Brigid's dreaming
Life awakening
unto itself
kicking and rejoicing
being alive
Little catepillar
leaned hard against
the winds of change
bending even his freckle-hairs
in the effort
Suddenly
the wind changed
shifted
and blew him over
Wrapped
warm, safe, loved
Unconditional
always
internal Mom
comforts
on icy cold mornings
foggy breath chills cheeks
still
my heart is warm
and glad
In a flurry
of self contemplation
the truth tickled my fancy
Now
and again
before settling into the bones
in quiet acquiescence
Assimilation of the facts
provided only a side note
tucked amongst the light
