Quote From: hawkscreamReverse Magic
 
 
 
 
 
 
( ..a look at the world of the semi-disabled from the inside out. For all the other late blooming,slow-hatching ,and left on the vine would be lover/creative geniuses yet to be discovered, I dedicate this .)
 
 
 
It’s spring- time to break forth in all my glory,too.
 
 
 
I am an egg
 
 
 
A scrambled egg? Maybe. I know that
 
 
 
During morning meditation
 
 
 
I saw myself as an egg.
 
 
 
An over old, imperfect shape, yellowed,
 
 
 
Cracked a little around the edges,
 
 
 
That got left too long in the nest..
 
 
 
And all the roosters turned their noses up at it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I would have liked to be an Easter egg,
 
 
 
But if I am, I am now only pale faded pink
 
 
 
I feel faded and less than glorious.
 
 
 
Some little girl I remember well
 
 
 
Dyed me in high hopes,
 
 
 
But nobody found me in the Great Hunt
 
 
 
And so spring after spring
 
 
 
I lay waiting in the old grass patch
 
 
 
Hidden by ever taller grasses
 
 
 
And the chilly winds of time
 
 
 
A slow season
 
 
 
Blew dust over me.
 
 
 
My shell hardened.
 
 
 
 
 
 
This is all too sad.
 
 
 
Start over.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I am an egg.
 
 
 
I am emerging from an egg?
 
 
 
I am emerging from a shell too small
 
 
 
And confining and crusty
 
 
 
I’ve grown too large to shrivel there
 
 
 
And breaking out of the shell
 
 
 
To become something else
 
 
 
But who knows what?
 
 
 
When I pop out…the barn is all deserted.
 
 
 
Is there anyone to greet me as I emerge?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Lo, there, trumpeter swans!
 
 
 
Flying North to
Lake
Laberge
 
 
 
I hear them heralding in the sky now
 
 
 
Dropping herald notes into tourmaline air
 
 
 
Their wings beating back time, space,
 
 
 
And limitation.
 
 
 
 
 
 
If I hop up and down
 
 
 
And waggle my silly overgrown wings
 
 
 
Will they swoop me to them in an updraft
 
 
 
And carry me along with them?
 
 
 
Hitchhiker.
 
 
 
Maybe I can soar on the wings
 
 
 
Of someone else’s glory and beauty.
 
 
 
But whose?
 
 
 
 
 
 
I choking croak to them,
 
 
 
“If I pretend to be a swan,
 
 
 
may I come with you?“
 
 
 
Echoing swims the answer
 
 
 
Flowing back over their beating shoulders
 
 
 
“You always were…
 
 
 
you weren’t supposed to be left behind!
 
 
 
You’re supposed to soar higher..
 
 
 
To be a creature of light and air.
 
 
 
You were laid where you were
 
 
 
Never intended to be.
 
 
 
But now you can CHOOSE to be a swan!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
I look. Is there not the odd bit of
 
 
 
White fluff in my tail ailerons?
 
 
 
I hear the clarion whisper
 
 
 
Deep within.
 
 
 
Eagle will lend you grace!
 
 
 
Just map a flight in your dreams
 
 
 
And you will find us by your spirit!
 
 
 
So shall You navigate
 
 
 
And shatter all the barriers.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And so shall you.