I am one who waits
     within the midnight of this shell
I feel my own fragility
all the possibilities for disaster
     cracked exterior
          and oozing shame
yet I feel a secret advocacy
     placed within a shelter of echoing stone
in a nest prepared for me
     my Mother bird nearby
borne on soft wings 
     under watchful eyes of love

I will not brood about 
     what comes next
          the splintering of the shell
     for better or for worse
I will not try to shape and control
     what is being formed
That also belongs to Another.
tomorrow is not yet mine
     only this dark moment

I will sit with myself 
     content in unknowing
          still and silent
               and held