I was walking along a couple of roads,
one turned to the sea, the wave, the water, the tide …
one sloped to the mountain, the scree, the rock, the peak …
I followed a breath like a hunter.
There were distractions,
high like eagles,
busy like bees,
a sweet-shop shining
scent of fish
I was walking along a couple of roads
when the earth gave birth to twins,
and twins to twins
I followed a breath like a hunted fox.
My little egg,
you precious shell of life,
within you dwells all you need ever grow
into your spirit,
into the finest silk.
My little one,
you petal from a flower
that blooms wherever nectar’s found,
life’s your spirit
along the fruitful way.
My little seed,
you’ll germinate and sprout
so many glorious dreams each day
beyond your spirit.
The gift of life is born.
Special thanks to my good friend Bobby Kountz – and his first grandchild in honour of whom this was written