By Britney Wells
You who are living
on this earth for a moment
stop and marvel at children, nimble as birds
limbs bent like wings
tossing rocks over blue water
while other bodies, shed by those you know
slumber
like crocus bulbs
under soil
down the road.
And you will not deny you hear them
thrumming
waiting too for
reclamation
that is resurrection:
the tossing
of rocks, muddied things sprung from supple
limbs bent like wings
flung further and
beholden to fly.
Britney Wells is a mother of four children and a returning BYU student majoring in English.
Header image by Larissa Hauck, Inscape Fall 2022
