NaPoWriMo 14

Here we are
we are waiting for things to grow

outside or inside
it doesn’t really matter where

the smallest
indication might be the most reassuring

the grave
overlaid with weeds from untending

the path
so smitten with the turning of green

it is as if
no one has walked this way even

in the rain
thunder can’t keep the lightning away

an egg
waiting for its mother to hatch

and even now
with the sound of sound’s replacement

overbrimming
with fertile soil so restless for wake

it can’t keep us out
for we are shedding our old skins now

Here we are
we are waiting for things to grow