Jayne Eggins Poet Blank verse

First Cry, Last Sigh

At the first cry
the earth rejoices arrival


at each step in life 
its twists and turns
meander, 
but still there are cries
that glide to gentle sighs


engorge on love
and taste the heady height of risk
and then,
trawl the darkest alleyway
to experience, 
just once


the agony of reality


in a flickering flame 
drift to dreamland
with the knowledge
the sapling of youth
will become 
the great pines
of the earth


and at death 
a life lived,
will be met by cries
of a celebrated
coming home

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