A Send Off (moses)

Cut to the chase wind and
Send me off swiftly, for
Tomorrow brings hope cloaked in humdrum.

An infant, I’ve been swaddled,

Cradled on the cusp of

Emotion,

Transformation.

Every step aware

Of edges splitting

The cradle rocking,

Breaking.

In my past lives,

I've crawled along muddy coasts

Crept within receding tides

All the while waiting to stand alone on solid ground-

(Memories beyond the mud elude me).

Stripped of my cradle,

Limbs exposed,

I am new creation,

Sent forth with mild wind.

I falter, failing,

Fear evolves, and

I see grey shadows on the shore

Hope in the fog, a flicker of light.