free fall

free fall

free fall into life
such a surprise
to arrive here
naked and wet
the shock of cold air
in new lungs
no longer one
with your mother
in salty, warm soup
but pushed out
cast out
into two—what
can we do but cry?

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

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