Afloat snug in warm fluid for untold time
Awaiting mine own age to emerge,
Innocent, perfect, ready
To preen, to pretend, to prance
In seed plenum; shell, fossil, rock entombed
An eternity. Inanimate to animate by a bit of water,
A trowel, an earthquake shaking boulders loose
To gambol, smash, crush, to disclose
Life. Here. Come to Earth. Sent? Lost?
A tree to branch, to wish straight, symmetrical.
Yet defiant. Grown awkward, gnarled, prickly thorns, scratching nails
Pruned and shaped by chance, by evil, by tragedy, by happenstance
By danger cowed until final ascension, up through the clouds, to
Where? Airy, ethereal, reclined on a cloud maybe, lazy, sublime
Yet haunted by life’s memories of travail, loss, unrequited pain.
Heaven won’t absolve regret though should have to
And all this fight, and, too, poetry and song,
These mathematics, glass beakers, computers, infinitesimal.
Great heroes flawed and fallen, forgotten.
Wicked villains redeemed. No less worth in
Pined for, prayed for InLife,
Though BeforeLife, I think, must be