Born

Ghosts in the discipline

Of the human

Forces swimming within

Brewing a tone ascending

The fleeting

Passage of time

The planet turned in on itself

Then pieced back

Unearthed

Born

We all came from a woman

Grew our bodies inside her

Washed in her blood

First blood

So how does the mother stand beside

What she created?

As the child takes labored breath

Like the first

Last blood not like thе first

For walking, for playing

For driving, for breathing

For being

Burying her feelings

With thе limbs she bore to life

Her heart heavier

Than the body

We wrap around these times

We hold to be felt

Our brown skin shining against

The sun

Bright and seen

Always seen

Creating a shielding

Layer of strength to muster

A life in the open

Bright as a new sun

One with blending colors

Strewn about

Can we see each other through

The mist

A hazy new face

Caught in the moment

Of living

I knew this wasn’t a dream

‘cause dreams

Don’t feel matter

And matter is solid in its term