The Wild Breath
Written by Tom Hirons on Sunday the 16th of January 2011
Today, the earth began exhaling.
All Winter, it held its breath,
Kept its fragrance to itself,
Held itself so tight, I could feel its ribs ache.
But, today, the earth began to smell again.
What had been locked in its chest
Began to push back out at the world today.
Soon, primroses and garlic will follow that
Path of life's breath into sunlight;
Now, it is simply the shifting, vital moment
Between the inhaling and
Exhaling of the Earth.
The fingers of Winter loosened today;
That tight hand will become Summer's palm
Where all of Life dances:
Myself and you and us and them
And all tomorrow's children.
Somewhere, in the centre of the Earth,
A spark leaps to the hibernating heart
And beneath the blackened leaves of Winter,
That great, essential drum resounds.
Today, the earth began to smell again.
The sap turned around; life turned towards life.
The body of this great, wild woman,
This land that grows through my feet,
Shifted in her sleep and sighed.
She whispered something unmistakable.
The trees and rocks and the wild birds and me:
All Winter we were waiting
And, today, the earth began exhaling.