Sunday, July 30, 2017

Somewhere a baby wakes

Somewhere a baby wakes

stretches arms to the sky

blood speckled with flecks
of my dna and spirit
I cannot hold nor see him 
separated by barriers of 
hatred and indifference
Somewhere a baby wakes
and though I cannot hold 
nor see him – I feel him 
running in the fragrant grass
of an endless spirit savannah
sliding through my veins he 
or she laughing in the curve
of my arms – our eyes shimmer 
hearts pulse together -
Somewhere a baby wakes 
stretches arms to sky and
souls meet


  1. I can feel the loving heart, separated by distance and circumstance. I love the image of the child running on the savannah, and LOVE "souls meet inseparable." Yes, they do. And, in time, face to face.

  2. Sad separation. It's palpable.

  3. Oh, Pearl. This is lovely. Poignant, heart-breakingly so, but lovely.