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
by Celeste Boudreaux, September 2021
*** "Protected Egg" collage by Celeste Boudreaux ***
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