Birth, of course, came first
But after that story
The resurrections, the seasons
Underground aching towards sun—
Days when so many layers
Kept us from light we almost
Forgot what we came here for.
Then we see a flower and it all
Comes rushing back; our own tenderness,
The urge to push out of dirt, to follow
Spirit upwards, the need—
Whatever the season, to blossom.
Nancy Pulley is a graduate of the University of Indianapolis. Her poems have appeared in The Flying Island, Arts Indiana Literary Supplement, Passages North, Plainsong, The Sycamore Review, Humpback Barn Collection, A Linen Weave of Themes, and The Tipton Poetry Journal. She received a 2013 Indiana Arts Commission Individual Artist Grant in Poetry. Nancy has published two chapbooks and Warren Avenue, a full length poetry book, published by Chatterhouse Press in 2014.