5 Oct 2018

to hold a life



I want to hold a baby, stand before a languid azure ocean, and rock gently to and fro,

I want to hold a life, a new one, and wonder over it

over the infinite possibilities of beginnings

to take in the unmistakable scent of unspoiled life



What do we have, really?

In the end, our sorrows are too numerous to say ‘yes, it was a life’



I want to hold the ‘before’

before pain, before anger, before jealousy, before loss, before grief

delicate soft skin, fingers so small, they

don’t yet know what it means to touch, to have, to hold

eyes that haven’t seen what the world can take

feet so tender they cannot yet comprehend what journeys they will make



And stand before the ocean, the solemn waves, the water, the light dancing its divine dance

and igniting a thousand stars on relentless crests that reach and reach

Will there always be a tomorrow?