Sunrise

In the roaring black throat of

the beast, my psalms swim from ready brown waters

green gurgled glottal stops flagging my mother--

--land, with nothing but a panoply of wonders, as I breach,

and enter the world.

Were you there? Did you see?

The way pitch can turn florescent in a flick

Oh what an entrance was made,

Oh what a brilliance of blue in this place.

How her eyes, hue the inky sea cinnamon.

How my eyes, tint her melanin tide anew.

Who is she?

And who am I, to behold?

Save a blemished voyager, "nearly died at birth."

Oh the kaleidoscope of sounds and colors

wailing, that I survived.

Surely, You must have seen it.

The majesty of it all

every visible life form dancing like auroras 'round the boy.

I know it blew you away.

The way a son can rise.