May 2016
On the shore,
the fire cracks and fizzles;
my yawn pauses the world
after which,
I realize my significance...
because before me rising
higher, the crack of dawn,
like an egg splitting open,
gives birth to a new life
within me.
In that moment, there isn't
a single rebuttal that I have
against standing up and
walking without hindrance
down the shore, with no
destination, except to know
the world in its full glory.
Because once I knew myself
and all my capabilities,
I had to know what made
all that I am, possible.
the fire cracks and fizzles;
my yawn pauses the world
after which,
I realize my significance...
because before me rising
higher, the crack of dawn,
like an egg splitting open,
gives birth to a new life
within me.
In that moment, there isn't
a single rebuttal that I have
against standing up and
walking without hindrance
down the shore, with no
destination, except to know
the world in its full glory.
Because once I knew myself
and all my capabilities,
I had to know what made
all that I am, possible.
No rhyme, plays on words, lyricism, hidden meanings and persistent symbolism as is typical of my poetry, but this one is just about all the possibilities one transcending moment can bring, and, when you know moments like that, you realize there is no way to communicate it other than to say, "I had awoken."
(33/M/Philadelphia)
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