PANTOUM FOR NOVEMBER

 

The dream hangs heavy, haunting my sleep,
A nest of eggs in the Tree of Life.
My life goes on, important on its own,
The waiting eggs, their purpose bittersweet.

 

A nest of eggs in the Tree of Life,

The years each a feast, though never quite complete.

The waiting eggs, their purpose bittersweet—

What nourished me left mysteries unknown.

 

 

My life goes on, important on its own,

What nourished me left mysteries unknown.

Even my children have known and believed,
Now hatching my life—a dream to be achieved.

 

 

Even my children have known and believed,

And teaching myself the freedom conceived.

Now hatching my life—a dream to be achieved,

A nest of eggs in the Tree of Life.