To World,
I have just been born.
My feet are still wet.
I am hungry. Feed me.
Hope is absent.
Only time and space exist.
They culminate in my vocal feelings.
Like a spider, I spin
my silous web forth into the world
I am a tree, a leech, a moth
hanging from lamp posts and lit balconies
I am the wind whirling through you
I am fire and water and earth
I am life craving to be realized.
Please, teach me to walk.
teach me to talk,
to spin yarns and thread stories-- around fires,
to ho fields, till soil and knead bread,
to fill homes and stomachs with warmth
to carve figurines from stone and mold dreams from sand
show me what is to be human
show me what it is to be you.
© 2010, Seamus Kevin Orion Fitzgerald.
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