BIRTH
And so it is,
that the stiff
white sheet
of day arrives
Like a sliver
hanging on
eternity’s
clothesline
To be soiled
and tossed away
in forgotten
corners
Of time
and space
where years
accumulate
Like so much
laundry until
by chance
a stray
Thread is
pulled from
the pile of lost
thoughts
To be
delved and
mulled anew
to be hulled
In ruminating
suds before
the Poem’s
humid birth
© 2009 Sophia Pandeya
