At the Birth

At the birth-

The light broke through clouds

A crack in the gray and pale white

She in

Her final bout

All her weight carried

Her voice loud

The steam erupting to the cool autumn air

The silence is deafening

The pause

And the moments becoming

Memories crawling off of walls

And into albums

I remember the hospital white

The bed

The room

The simplicity of timing

The impatient nurse

And the tv fading into the silence

As the room spun around

The doctor in all his formality

And every moment before and after

Pointless

The one great divine moment

Of creation

And God shows his window

One small glimpse of this perfect soul

Captured just before

The world robs its eyes

And slowly steals

What was only for a moment

Hers and mine……