A Poem by Joshua L Stelling

Submit to the beginnings of your life

As if the breakfast meal were a toast of wine

Words that echo days past

Come up through you

A bubble, a flower

That long thing, the shaft of time

Comes up through you

Babbling, River

We are a fall of water

Rushed, and the persistence of gravity

Is long the same pull

Much as if time were a lover

In the beginnings of your life

Submit to the rhythm of my heart

As if the early toast were a daylong nap

With you laid upon me

Our whispers echoing eons past

And there was a crash of feathers

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