The Birth

Your unborn head
is pulsing pushing out.
In a spray your arms
flop down,
you swim into air.
A sleeper you wake,
you stretch, you wail.
Beautiful breather you pale.
From florid fish to flesh
your fluid skin dries out to touch.
Your eyes look round,
stagger and widen.
Your ears are spiraling.
Your mouth untwists.
Oh, you are open now!

Of Your Seed