Birth

Birth

I can feel the poems

Some are like angst and depression

Some are like joy and peace

Some the words flow like the winds

Some refuse release

I think those are the best ones

The ones  that stay locked in the womb

Awaiting just the right moment to be birthed

Crying, gasping for air

Blinded by the sudden light

Covered in blood and sweat and tears

Those are the best ones

The ones I cannot write

The ones that I must feel

And continue feeling deep in my spirit

Until I can take no more

Writing has been compared to chore

But I see it as much, much more

I see it as a new life beginning

Birth

Birth

The droplets are forming

Condensation from the heavens

Right at the point of final release

That finally brings on the beginning

All things new

Many things few

Until they are one

Just like the molecules

Forming the droplets

There is power in the union

There is momentum in the making

There is movement in the stillness

There is moisture in the dry

There is an answer in the why

There is formation in the sky

I feel it beneath my feet

It’s about to consume the street

Of every tongue and every nation

Of every curve and fenestration

There is a condensation forming

Where no one will be afraid

We will all be covered in love

Look, it’s forming clouds above

No death, no darkness, no childish fray

Will stop, delay, or mar this day

For nothing stops the gravity

Nothing stops the majesty

When the sound, the roar falls to the earth

The drops are forming, a windswept birth

I saw a droplet on the sidewalk…

Now I feel one on my face…

Feels like grace…

K, Duane Carter 8-24-11