Hatchling
By Ariel Wetzel

Time before birth
Is anticipation.
Held immobile
As I grow.
In my home,
Not my prison.

Reflecting,
Not my own life,
I am not yet born,
But my ancestor.
The mighty jungle fowl.
God among birds,
Guardian,
Father,
Lover. Everything to his flock.

Memories
Fuel my eagerness,
Prompt the strength
That stirs within.
I am ready.
To face the world,
To prove myself,
To take my place,
To break my shell.