For now, this one is called “Be”, it really is more of a work in progress..
I often wish I could remember
the exact moment
when I fell in love with poetry.
I also sometimes wish I could remember
The exact moment
I came into being
But I cant.
All I know
Is that one day the Creator said
“be”
And there was
He said “be”
And there was light
He said, “be”
And there was darkness
With just a word
He commanded day from night
With only words
He set sea from sand
I know he said, “be”
And my mother’s womb
In the soft obedience of love,
Started to twist and turn
Carve and mould
Furiously, yet ever so lovingly
That while I waited for the world
I listened intently to the noises of the world.
Lulled to sleep
By the drum of a heart beat that waits
Anxiously,
Patiently
For nine months.
All I know is One day
He said, “be”
And it was.
Right then,
Genes quickly gathered together
A forum
Decisions had to be made.
Skin colour,
Height and my poor eyesight,
And there amongst them
Weaving away busily,
was the gene that wove poetry into my being