Old Crane Woman is laying an egg. You think she’s too old? I look forward to hearing you explain that to her. You want to know what she’s hatching? Time will tell. Right now, she’s laying an egg. The nest is made, the scraps are gathered, the stories are gathered, and the words, and the skins, and the food. The steps have been danced. And now she’s laying an egg.
It’s an egg that must be laid in darkness, for darkness is the womb of the world. It’s an egg that will be birthed from the darkness, for darkness is the truth of the world. It’s an egg that will be brought forth out of darkness, for darkness is the mystery of the world. This egg will be laid on the longest night, at the time of the new moon. Dark meets dark on this long night, the night that Old Crane Woman lays her egg. What will she hatch, Old Crane Woman? What will she hatch? Transformation is born out of darkness; this will be a powerful egg.
See her there in the tree. What will she hatch?
Here is the poem she tells herself, as she strains with the pangs of birth. Here is the poem she gives to you, for Old Crane Woman has faith in nights. Old Crane Woman has faith in the dark.
You darkness, that I come from,
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes
a circle of light for everyone,
and then no one outside learns of you.
But the darkness pulls in everything:
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them! –
powers and people –
and it is possible a great energy
is moving near me.
I have faith in nights.
― Rainer Maria Rilke