Birth
By John Moore •
it is in our nature
to crave that moment of birth
the first breath
to see the world a stranger
and turn back death’s demise,
laugh in the face of danger
for but a short reprise
to bound and sing
one with everything
seeking a moment of pure perception
unimpeded by thought or desire
to feel your soul fly
free,
to radiate with heart
and beauty
to be, truly
alive.
Trees emanate
infant breath
I draw wind
cold and pure
into my lungs
I crave that moment of birth
to feel eternally young
for but a moment