Birth

I.

I knew, before my birth to be,
   The planet that I chose,
But angels who were prepping me
   Induced a gentle doze:
They brought Amnesia's velvet soup
   And I, with willing heart,
Drank down the broth before the group
   And from them did depart.
Suspended in a neutral state,
   My memories were cleared.
In timelessness I seemed to wait ...
   And then a light appeared.

II.

I 'woke' within a liquid hue
   Of orange warmed with light
As someone moved me gently through
   A chamber much more bright.
What could it mean? I cannot say.
   But I was well aware
That whoso brought me through that day
   Did so with perfect care.
As amniotic fluids flowed
   There imminent was birth ...
That planet, yes, my new abode,
   Was fast approaching—Earth!

III.

I took in gently earthly air
   (the breathing came with ease),
And when my mother drew me near
   I felt her tender squeeze.
A drumming filled her weary chest,
   As slowly I awoke—
Those mortal tappings in her brest
   Did thoughts of life evoke.
Between each beat a soothing pause
   Spoke softly to my ear;
And though I knew not where I was,
   I knew that home was here.