Emergence

Yesterday I shared a writing tool that I learned from Natalie Goldberg. Synchronistically my niece Mal posted a game about picking up the closest book, going to page 56, then down to line 5 and putting that line in as your status on Facebook. She did not know the next step. Returning to Natalie's tool - this is part of her tool and the next step is to write a piece that is focused on the line you got from the book. You are not to TRY to write but simply put down what comes to mind. The point is for the ego, the tryer, to get out of the way in order for the "writer within" to speak.
My line was "they try their thin wings and dance in the beam"

At first it seemed about telling a story but then up came strongly that it was to be in a poem. Here we go.........

Emergence

Suspended in the chrysallis
of childhood in New England,
in the safe dark of it's
small hills and ubiquitous
trees mostly hiding the sky
I lay curled tight-wrapped
like a mummy.
No need to move,
to reach out,
to take risks.

Years pass and the
comforting darkness
becomes too small.
Cracks appear
through which I perceive
vastness.
Terrifying at first and yet
promising Truth.

I imagine being
the vastness.
and a memory comes of
being in a soaring plane,
doing stunts
feeling immense, wide joy,
that I was born for this.

Suddenly the shell completely
cracks
and clinging to its frail remains
the wetness drying,
I am aware of hosts of others
out there in the vastness
as they try their thin wings
and dance in the beam.


What a fun, fun thing that was to do!!!!! How by not trying the words like the emergence from the chrysallis just come.

Thanks for reading.