The beginning
I gaze in awe
budlike finger and toes
unconscious potential
newer than creation
unblinking gaze
crystal clear pools
sharp as the first cut
mysterious as the new moon
under chanting priestesses
brought in a high tide
over whelmed defences
first cry
revealing a jungle terrain
with stalking tigers
eye bright with knowledge
kamikaze devotion
claws honed
ears tuned to the present
stopped haunting
the future
when I met my past
Yvonne Mc Call

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