i am born
of this place
the sky opens between
blue
laughs my breath
at tides low; a bay sweeps in
my soul, cradles me
to silent song
seabird, winged bird
hears of my hearts beat, nests
me as her own and
i am born
moss to green world, fern
to wood mocks,
mocking
shadowed suns, barked trees
bleed red as i am
called forth from the rock, from the sand
knowing well of
my dreams
who will know of my hands - here
fog blankets me
warm, now warmer to sweat sweet rain
and (I) am
born
here - of this place...
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012
written for my grandson Logan Emerson born April 18th, 2012
on the north coast of California on the edge of the Pacific
cradled among the redwoods....
Congratulations, B.K. Our second grandson is due at any time.
ReplyDeleteyay very nice....congrats...and some cool touches along the way...
ReplyDeletelaughs my breath
at tides low
and dreams that will know my hands...
beautiful! i can see him....a babe among moss and rocks and trees....
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool-lookin' guy. So blessed is he to be born there surrounded by the sea, and Redwood.
ReplyDelete"Born
here--of this place."
May it remain 'home'. What will he see during his time here?--events of which we may not even dream.
A fine tribute to Grandson. Congratulations, Barbara.
Congrats Barbara, a beautiful child and birthday song.
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