come up to the surface

come up to the surface,
where the hawthorn bushes are,
where the pigeons flock in threes,
black, white, mottled brown
and where dragonflies dance in figure eights

come up to the surface
to where your mother's face beams
with so much joy just to see yours
and where sweet embraces compensate for all the years you didn't embrace
didn't care, nor stop to care

come up to the surface
where you will be reborn
and fashioned from the earth you were made to stand on
where there are no excuses and easy exits
no cheap tricks and careless leaps

come up to the surface,
because
it's about fuckin time.