an echo

i am an echo
a pause
an expectation.
i am changed and changing.
a seed, a star, soil,
the space between stars.
i am dna, history,
a particular education,
a set of leanings, a fire.
i am often in motion.
every day echoes everything
i have ever been.
deep in cold soil i turn,
awaiting, with patience
the warming spring,
the crack,
the emergence.
i am not ready yet.
within me,
winter rests.

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