Birthday

A watery entrance

full of babble,

You came that day…

a joint venture of wriggling substances

dimly organized with functions

untried

with light and lyrical content

unspent

upon the tyranny of futures

You!

a breathing tapestry of tissue and bone,

a continent of ambitions

emerging out of chaos

from that soft chamber

of mother,

her singular answer

to the questions

of the dark

But then what?

You were 

implausible & unviable,

unconvinced and all potential!

a stunning set of gurgles

still suckling on the milky way

The fact that You were! 

seemed more than enough

Now...

as you stand

before the mirror's constant judgments 

you argue with the aging skin

til thoughts prevail...

Potentials cannot wither…

This tarnished soul

is still the newborn child

though time is spent deceiving

what conceiving gave you first

you feel it still

within you

as it prowls the battered case

forever watery and babbling

still calling for 

the All

that ever 

IS