Quiescent
by Ashley Sposato
QUIESCENT
Long have I known the
tenderness of Your dark womb
and the mercies of waiting for light.
I reach toward the unknown
and my hands find the hem
of your robe.
You call my name, shimmering in the quiet,
“Daughter, you have lingered here
long enough.”
You purpose me to emerge,
wings still damp and fresh into this
glistening dawn.
Bright morning,
come.