Back to Life

I can feel the creativity
Reaching up through me
Like a clawed hand
Plunging out of the earth
In some bad
Horror movie

But it's not yet
At the surface
Still subterranean
And obtuse
So that I can
Only hear the rumbling
Of a voice
But can't quite
Make out the words

It's coming though
Like a train
In the distance
I can hear it's call
On the wind