Sunday, October 4, 2009

the first journey

Starting out as a cell
A white morulous swell
Lubbing dubbbing third week
Spouting fingers'n'toes sleek

Squished up inside
A warm cocoon to reside
Months of hibernation
Then kicking in preparation

Our lives squeezed in a funnel
through the whirlpool of a narrow tunnel
We come to the light
Of warm hopes, smiles and delight