Life looms easily,
We are so small within it.
I know as solidly as I can know anything
That everything is temporary
And that can be enough sometimes
To wait out the looming,
To work through it,
To find the next beautiful space.
Other times there is just so much all at once
That despite all my Knowing,
My Feeling is more than my Knowing
And I become a scared rabbit
Wanting only for a small, warm space
To hold me in silence and solitude
Until whatever-it-is has passed.
As I get older I learn to embrace pain and fear,
To let them move through me and find their way out again
Which doesn’t make it easy,
But I am always strong enough to find a smile within myself,
Understanding that there is more,
And so this time,
When the great So Much found me,
the Too Much,
the Can You Handle the Looming of Much,
I summoned up my protectors,
My strong animal friends,
And I drew myself safe within the belly of a bear,
Deep inside a creature of strength.
But being recreated.
Safe in a womb, being nurtured and becoming More.
I draw on the strength of all these animals who nurture me and protect me,
And while I feel more powerful for calling them to me,
They are not coming to me
From away in the woods;
They together comprise who I am,
And, far from being in the belly of a bear,
It is they,
Who are in