Little firefly lighting the jar,
Sirius in a dark sky.
Butterfly of the first quickening
flutters, curled in your cocoon.
You carry dust and clay
from the beginning, genes
and chromosomes sorted and packed,
your plan for how you grow into yourself.
From these you build your bones.
Little snail, captive of mother’s
thundering heart, may you hunger
for this world, may you yearn
to turn and drop headfirst into it’s wonder.
Little pilgrim, may your journey
be swift. May you arrive safely
in the land of your kin.