Rest. Nov 22 2009

Rest Nov 22 2009

Time out of mind, 

Cradled in the loins we rested..

But once born squalling into the light,

Could scarce be compelled to close our eyes!

No! we protested, resisting the dark

I want a glass of water

Tell me a story

I have to pee

Later in the night 
We left our cribs and crawled into the big warm bed

Inhabited by the people we came from.

I had a bad dream, we said.

The peaceful rest of the fetus 

For some reason eluded us 

The no thing sleep in which we drift,

Eyes blind to the sun and heart shuttered to the world;

Why can we not recall it when awakened,

Scowling at the alarm clock

Reaching for the coffee?

Is it so foreign?

We resided there time out of mind

And will again, soon

Peace then. 

It is rest indeed.