maybe your new glistening self emerges gently, quietly dripping
out of the muddy primordial goo of
ego-contention and spiruline stardust
without fanfare.
maybe you breathe and step into a waiting world not knowing it, your toes gripping the ground-kingdoms in dewey elegance
skin draped in unassuming spiral breeze
born without announcement
except from singing frogs,
witnessed only by cicadas who dreamed of all the emerging souls while in dark earth and held you in forethought of their
victory song.
no human eyes, no news headline reflects the eclipse of the former
yet from here, the story changes.
even Sun stood back this time
for Moon
whose shadowy tides ebb to
reveal her work in you.
sing softly, let it rise as your red eyes
clear
and the truth settles in:
it is enough.