Emergence
The stone holds me in
like a Mama in her womb.
And the stone pushes me out.
Here I come from rocky void
nor chisel nor sculptor in sight,
only the Everything
that calls me to form,
and Gaia shaping my body
from hers.
First a beckoning invitation
but now a summons,
and I must emerge.
©Susa Silvermarie 2023
