Angela Douglas Poet Free verse

Alpha and Omega

The first few years of life 
is little different 
than death or dreamless sleep
There is nothing we can recall
as if we didn’t exist at all
events failing to stick 
like an omelet sliding perfectly
from a Teflon pan onto a plate
or sand slipping 
through splayed fingers
Then for a time there are
fleeting flashes of cognizance
captured like faded photographs 
pasted on the fragile pages 
of an old scrapbook 
sans captions to provide context 
Next we simply ‘are’ 
with no fanfare
as if we’ve always been
no light bulb of realization
no line of demarcation 
believing that we matter
in the scheme of things
which is when our sorrow begins
the world proceeding as it spins
as it did before our birth
and will continue to do after our end
to disabuse us of that naïve notion

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