In the Storms of April -- Plunge

We wait together beneath the surface

Of frozen waters in February

Dormant, settled, calm

We have already survived January



Of frozen waters in February

Winter’s sharp sun sears the surface

We have already survived January

Beneath heavy, urgent stillness



Winter’s sharp sun sears the surface

We begin to remember our faces

Beneath heavy, urgent stillness

Our names were carved in the ice



We begin to remember our faces

In the perfect snowfield of March

Our names were carved in the ice

Surrendering our identity to the sky



In the perfect snowfields of March

We lie prone, between vellum sheets

Surrendering our identity to the sky

Waiting to hold our ancient purpose



We lie prone, between vellum sheets

Submerged dragon-flies

Waiting to hold our ancient purpose

Beneath waters of shuffling script



Submerged dragon-flies

Forget the present happiness

Beneath waters of shuffling script

Anguish takes the future tense



Forget the present happiness

Heavy rains in the depths of night

Anguish takes the future tense

We are waiting to plunge deeper





Heavy rains in the depths of night

Our bodies purged in forgetfulness

We are waiting to plunge deeper

When birds awaken us at dawn



Our bodies purged in forgetfulness

Uneven breathing subsides

When birds awaken us at dawn

March is a dangerous month



Uneven breathing subsides

No distraction from the moment

March is a dangerous month

Note it in our journal



No distraction from the moment

Waiting beneath the surface

Note it in our journal

Slowly



Waiting beneath the surface

Shooting stars breed disquiet

Slowly

Isolated inactivity becomes justified



Shooting stars breed disquiet

Bursts of frenetic activity is noted

Isolated inactivity becomes justified

Pleasure is worth writing down



Our skins will shed in April

Dormant, settled, calm

One final flight

We wait together beneath the surface.



Copyright © Lynda Lambert

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