First Chapter

 
Each life is a story,
or a portion of one,
the text of which hides
a sub-text which is the real truth,
if only we could read it;
translated and decoded,
translated again and re-coded,
cut-up and reassembled,
never the same twice,
but always just as true,
generation after generation,
one long umbilical cord
connecting us each back
to the now-lost first chapter.

Still Wet As A Newborn

 
still wet as a newborn,
but old and worn
as a battle-scarred,
sun-faded flag.
just enough life-wisdom to know
how little can ever be known.
 
you, my love,
are my moonlight guide
and the gravity that pulls my tides.
I, love, am just your satellite,
revolving, basking in your glow.
that much I know.