When the ground gives way to our tears,
it is vetting our vulnerabilities,
reversing the vehemence of treasures, forgotten;
intentions, maligned –
just long enough to trouble itself with our footprints.
Soil cracks and splits,
giving itself to the probing intrigue
of life – spacious, new, bon vivant.
Oh, this heart, designed to pound
in the direction of its own freedom!
Why must it refuse the trouble
of this painful newness?
Perhaps what pushes up from suffering
will answer the hard-soiled questions
best left unanswered –
until what once lay frozen
now graces the presence of sky?
Painting by Valerie Dodge-Reyna