I shall rise up
Not with bravado
Not with self assurance, certainty
Not with something to proclaim to others
Before the rising there will be
A coalescing
A gentle gathering of many particles
A condensation and a flowing down
A pooling in the lowest, stillest place I am
And I shall rise up
Seed swelling, irrepressible necessity
will send a root first, downward as an anchor
And that in me which needs to feel the bright of day
will spring forth
to be greened.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2012