Of Your Becoming

Transitions, like growth spurts

bring with them awkward

uncertainties —

Teeth too large to fit in

mouths too small,

Heads sitting higher

as we find ourselves

in allocations unfamiliar,

terrain unknown —

The in-between places

less like autumn and

more like adolescence.

But like a season

transitions will transcend

and we wake

full-frontal versions

of our own truth,

Bearing witness

To our dawn—

Do not grow weary

in the good work

of your becoming.