i’m buried
deep in the ground
in darkness and doubt
reaching and breathing
dirt
but knowing there’s
something inside
fed by faith that
will be born when the
time comes bursting
through this brittle
shell shedding
this heavy skin emerging
into the atmosphere until
it blocks the moon creating
a new day from night
its leaves the sky its petals
the clouds its sweet center
smelling of mango
shining salvation.