by on December 24, 2011 :: 0 comments

from indeterminate sleep,
warm bathe of comfort,
the calming squeeze
of dark red canal,
light blinds at emergence,
the primal scream
of those unused to cold air.

Surge of blood
from mother’s wound,
head long rush
into consciousness
another gene
from an endless pool,
brought together
by a chance encounter,
one quick zygote
swimming into eternity.

© 2011 Rose Morales

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