Birthday Morning by Sara Tusek
|Frances, Jack, and baby Sara|
I thank you, God, that I was born.
Although I don’t remember it,
I know that somewhere in my brain,
the memory of traveling
with push and moan accompaniment
must be engraved with fearsome awe.
To find myself in bright-lit space
when up till then, the wet, dark womb
was all I knew. How did I feel,
if feeling can be measured by
a being who till then had slept
suspended in a sea of gold?
And what of mother, father, brother?
How did they feel to see me squeezed
into their world? I do not know,
but nonetheless I did become
a person, living in their home.
For this, I thank you, God, my friend.
To be alive is mystery
that clothes our lives in fear and hope.
We do not know our origins,
nor when we will be called away
from living in this bright-lit space,
back to the darkness that we knew.
April 18, 2017