The Womb

Walk on water, feather light foot

Treading upon rippling glass

Better not step heavily otherwise

Pay the price with pain.  If only

I could sprout wings, so that I

Might take flight and soar

Within the cotton puffy clouds

That drift with the breeze, swim

With the tides until I’ve become

One with the Universe.  I want

To travel to the cosmos and

Witness birth of new life as

Nebulas and gas giants spew

Forth mesmerizing hues.  To

Watch a star be born, then to

Die, a million years in one

Single moment could pass

Me by in this reckless world.

Let me hold the baby close

And nurture its spirit so

That this terrible world

Will not corrupt it.  Let me

Rock myself to sleep, within

My own arms in comfort.

A mother’s womb is a haven

For the unborn as is the

Universe for all our souls.

(c) 2003 A Riddle