Rebirthing

The Hoe  
7°c Approximately 200m 6pm, Full 'Snow' Moon
 
 
And when it's dark  
I begin, there's an emptiness - a clarity
that it's always been me, alone
- grown.
 
The waves they beat me out of wallowing,
the highest tide baptises me.  
I was born into the water, and so the water carries me.  
Life isn't fair, or for weak hearted and though I show weakness  
 
I am not weak. Dearest soil be kind  
to my sole,
dearest wind be kind to me.
I have no mother or father,
 
yet I have a young family
which can strike oldest heartache  
and grow new shoots,
soon to wake.
 
When I die, of oldest age,
let my life be mostly joy,
filled with trial and with passions,
filled by the Earth, Fire and Sea.