Poem for My 7 Month Birth Day
Walking home with the sunset
The air somehow both warm and cold
The sky a complicated mood.
An impossibly red maple
Flagrant, dayglo against faded yellow and brown
Makes me pause in wonder.
These autumn days tumble headlong into winter
With characteristic abandon
But questionable reasoning.
Or is it?
Trust in nature - that was my mantra for birth
How it moves with purpose
Sometimes chaotic, sometimes gaspingly lovely
Breath moving in and out
My body expanding and contracting in its own wildness
And me but an observer
as I am on this day