What is birth?
It is the universe saying "hello,"
Life grabbing one by the ankles
and pulling you along the ground
until you've found your footing and run.
It is the old universe
Kicking out everyone who could use
Some time to reflect,
and it is the future universe's time to wait
A magazine in hand, for you to come back round again.
To be born
starts the clock ticking, the hourglass flips, the heart beats
Everything shuffles aside to make room for your potential.
It gives the sun
Something new to warm.