Spring's Promise



A spotted damsel
lies
in whelp


The dark
of night
prevails


Fecund
mother
of all life


Whispers in her ear:
"Now,
you shall
not die."


Quintessence of
her being,


Her genes,
locked


In these
squalling,
scrabbling,
selfish


Exudates
of life.


She will
nourish,
defend


With all
her strength


Maternal love
unbounded.


Our father's God,
less kind
than Pan.


Our children's
children


May begin,
end
their lives


Within
a plastic bag.


First rays
of sun


Outside
the lilies
bloom.


james e. seltzer - march 29, 1998