Burrowed beneath blackened eye,
in small sparrow space,
nested fear squawks within me,
beats fierce its wings, seeks
the promised transformation,
reformation, some
shift, release.

Inside the mouth agape, which
swallows whole my light,
arises timid tweet-tweet
of life emergent.
Flying free in the face of
dark night’s circumstance:
newborn chance.

Faint – this, my misted morning;
softer still, shaken
chord that resonates trill
of distant love song.
Rich tones ring out hopefulness,
ascend to greater
heights of joy.