By J. Kevin Wolfe
With these hands I
have held the most precious
human thing:
a fresh life gasping from
warm maternal waters
a self
realized in the cutting of
a tether
crying
in the starkness of
the gravity-ladden air
From the one comes
the two
and
the two
ever long to
be one again
About the author: J. Kevin Wolfe has said of himself: "We're pushing 6 billion poets on this planet. I am just one that stops enacting the poems of life long enough to take notes."
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