Embryonic Wings Fulfilled Poem by Mark Heathcote

A genderless solace wishes to beat within us
like monomorphic pupae, embryonic.
Wings still, forming joyously cocooned.
never knowing, light or dark-
or the tart-taste core of a broken heart.

I guess we all have to experience pain-
to know that Eden's gardens still grow.
So, with wings tethered membrane.
We stretch and fly to the barren moon-
in search of a warming star on the other side.

Here on God's earth, we all hear birdsong.
Dawn's chorus awakens our eyes to love
it touches us like the first soft, willow bud,
opening pursed hearts rooted beating,
one breath in another fulfilled motherhood.

2013