-This poem reflects on the fragile miracle of new life emerging into the world through effort, instinct, and first light.
Inside the pale and waiting shell,
a small insistence stirs to life,
a tapping from the hidden dark,
a will no larger than a breath.
The stillness breaks in fragile sounds,
a crack, a pause, another call,
until the narrow world gives way,
and light arrives where none had been.
Wet feathers cling, the new eyes blink,
the air is strange, the space is wide,
yet every trembling, tender move,
belongs to what the day has made.
So much begins in weakness first,
in softness newly brought to light,
and still the smallest living thing,
can enter morning like a vow.