Time ticks;

A fragile and volatile bomb

You count the seconds pass

And wonder where they’ve gone

Meanwhile the distant and burning

Stars of outer space

Explode

Into particles of golden dust

Giving human life their trace

Stretched over a vast landscape

Of cells and membranes

The pain of birth contained you

Curled up in utero

But you broke forth too soon

Pale and premature

Watched by the expectant eyes

Of the hospital room

A small and tangled up

Bloodied ball of flesh

Craved the comfort

of womb and breast

Covering with baby hands

Its own eyes from the light

Sleep-full and yearning

To fight for its life