The veins on the back of my filmy spine
Rippled with anticipation
Time stood still
An afternoon gust whipped sharply against me
Allowing me another chance
Would I take it?
The darkness I longed for
Seemed distant
Death on the outside was humiliating
Not for me – I’d seen others
Was I like them?
I felt myself shifting
Slowly at first
I was gathering pace
Upward – upward
Oh! God – I need a gust, I need a breeze
The stem shuddered
Opening beneath a bud
The crack held out her hand
Calling to me
We touched
Light elbowed her way through me
And was gone
Darkness confronted me
Was he my friend?
I unfurled nervously
Were there others?
Others, like me – who had run from the sun
Was I alone?
Muted sounds wafted from below
I waited anxiously
A voice
A beautiful voice greeted me
You’ve come home son, you’ve come home.
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