Wondrous You

Children laugh and play 

and your babies cry.  

The earth straightens her dress 

and thousands die.

Birds flutter and take flight, 

dogs growl and bark.

The sun shines forth excited, 

great cities go dark.

The moon tugs affectionately 

with nothing to gain.

Man stumbles out of sync

and reaps the shame.

And into this I am born 

without a clue.

A small thing in the arms

of a wondrous you.


 The Nest

A tiny beak pops through,
then a wing cracks the shell
and a slimy, chirping thing
steps forth craving,
oh the craving

under shadows dark
prodding deep, so deep
into the depths
of a craving,
oh the craving.