|in utero wp editionby scissors-hands|
Fifty-nine years ago Now
I was curled inside my mother's womb on the brink of farewell to the only Home I'd ever known. Soon to breathe in a way I'd never known. I had no idea of the journey that awaited. I had no ideas.
I was warm and wet in the womb sojourn. No night no day no wondering.
I am wondering Now
was the womb the first sojourn. Where was I before that place?
I am wondering about the brink where I rest Now and the journey that awaits.
Perhaps I have no idea. Only words.
A conspiracy beyond me moved me into this unknown world.
And I'm wondering.