The Birth

CATEGORY

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The Birth

                   1

 Breathe baby—breathe.

                  2

Out of the darkness of night

crept the dawn;

steaming with thirst

the dry mouth sun rose

inebriating its self

with the morning dew—

leaving empty blades of grass

scattered across the landscape.

3

The lazy old sea

urged on by quite winds

laboriously spat out

lethargic waves—whimpering  

tears of fickle frothed faces

repeatedly slapped at the shores.

                  4

A lone sea gull sliced

through the salt laden air

leaving a pasty white trail—

an umbilical reminder—left

behind the perilous journey’s end.

                   5

Laying in verandah hammock

of roped womb, I cracked a smile—

whispering to the Creator—singing

praises for yet another birth of day.