Birth Day
From the insulation of a snow globe
the world’s sonorous music aches
yearns to resound with discordant
and majestic frankness
In a swell, a rush, a restitution of sorts
I fly, blue coattails trailing, a din of calamity
broken by a cry, taking breath
and breathtaking, the wriggle akin
to a dance you and I learned
so many years ago.
Free will
that breath which all at once, takes in love
misery, dream, deception, joy, and being
with great devotion, the stuff of philosophers
a curiosity that drives a contract with death
a lease out of confinement
into that embrace of sunlight
or at least, the San Francisco fog
Slippery, a fish out of water
gills like ears, for the first time free
of amniotic incarceration
recapitulating that magic
which charms and intoxicates
teaches us the beauty of metamorphosis
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