POETRY

Cesarean Section

A light hovered over my soul

though I arose anxious and frail.

I emerged out of the womb too big for the world.

 

Then human hands lifted me to you

and on your chest I lay for the first time,

and for the first time I felt

the pain of oxygen circulate in my lungs,

but you held me close for those months

until I could crawl, and walk, and then leap into your arms,

years passing from one to the next.

 

And then school, and graduation, and tribulations,

and every joy and pain a young man could feel,

and still then you held me close

and told me to emerge

from a world too small to hold me in.