RESURFACING

Resurfacing
Thawed from silence into life
Above great solitary strangers stand
Limbs stripped
Searching, stretching for the sun
To clothe them

I know what I am
I do what I must
I am living but yet I’m dying

I know what I am
I do what I must
….To survive

I take root
I climb
I climb
I have no choice

Less I retreat
Deep into the barren bowels
Of the Mother