-This poem reflects on becoming as a gradual unfolding, where life grows into its fuller form through patience, light, and time.
Not all at once, and not with noise,
the world takes on its deeper shape,
leaf after leaf, and root by root,
through light, through rain, through patient days.
The branch grows fuller in the sun,
the nest holds more than twigs now,
the field once pale with winter rest,
moves green beneath a warmer sky.
What started hidden now stands clear,
not finished, only further on,
the blossom opening into fruit,
the small beginning learning form.
So much of life is made this way,
by slow arrivals into self,
by all that ripens, all that reaches,
into the grace of what it is.