Saturday, November 9, 2013

The Womb

     He was comfortable here. And for now , he wished to stay. To be carried in a gurgling warm ball of womb and be held without touching....feel love without having to show love....sleep while keeping others awake.   Inside this womb,  there was no need for blankets when it got cold.   Food was provided daily.  And when it rained....he never got wet...So when it came time to leave, he would  have none of it!  The primaeval course that sought to eject him from his warm and wonderful home....rhythmic pulses that would in increasing intensity,  attempt to repel this foreign body....booting it out onto the sidewalk of life.
      Those primeval forces will ultimately win.  And though it is sometimes imagined that you will keep eternal your home here,  the cord you held tightly in your gums may slip away....and wrap itself around your neck,  cutting off your life sources....perhaps damaging some of the brain cells that prove your humanity.
     The cold air and brash sounds will make you writhe in miserable uneasiness. You will spend the rest of your life trying to rid yourself of this uneasiness.  What womb will you create for yourself next?