The Birth

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 veranda hammock of roped womb, I cracked a smile— whispering to the Creator—singing praises for yet another birth of day.