When You Were Born

When you were born, we held you
You didn't know it, but you took your name then
And emerged later after so many years
Sweet like okra, or a comatose reverie
You found light in the gentle friction between sense and reality

Even as a child, your features had definition
One folded into the next, as though composed with intention
There were many flowers like you in bloom then
Now, they toss atop bed springs, just to keep from eddying under
Their hands grip each other's, just to try to stay afloat
And amidst the struggle, pleasure darts between them

These words weren't meant for you, but one day they find you through another
And through you, one day they find another
And then one day, another, and one day, another