Outgrowing the Womb by Mark Nielsen (Feb. 20, 2009– with a nod to Rumi)
Too long I have waited
In this womb-like chrysalis,
Expecting a special invitation
To complete my metamorphosis.
I am most certainly getting too big,
Bursting the seams, too old for this shit.
Yet I hestitate. I am still afraid.
One would think by now I would have gotten it.
I need a bold, no-nonsense midwife
To intercede, then bring me home.
I heed the voices of brave older brothers
Calling me out of my safe pleasure dome.
Outside: the pacing, winking wise men,
Who can’t wait to teach me with a joke,
Who know the funny trickster tales
And how to tell them with a poke
In Adam’s rib. On the eve of my birth,
These fathers will grab the Trickster Snake
And wring its hungry, liar’s neck
To save this changing caterpillar
Whose beauty takes longer than you’d expect.