Being Born

Summer days are too long

to bear,

their hurt lying in the

deep bedrock built-up from

a year’s sediment.

Get that sense of

immense, dull life ahead and

at the same time

these days too are just

a collection of shallow moments.

But moments that

ache in the quiet afternoon, and

half remember dark nights

yet to come.

The vast, unwatered stillness leads to

a sense of dread

rising up at every thought;

being born feels like dying.

Rise up, rise up and go out.