'unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given' Isaiah 9.6 <br /> <br />Thus I was born, gory and <br />gasping unfamiliar air. <br />A stranger in an alien world, <br />alone and afraid. <br /> <br />Separated by the severing <br />of the umbilical cord - <br />my bonding delayed <br />by ritual cleansing. <br /> <br />Imprisoned in swaddling, <br />I was finally offered <br />to the woman who bore me, <br />and she smelt familiar. <br /> <br />Instinct found me her breast <br />and the comfort of her arms. <br />Her gentle voice reassured, <br />and I felt safe. <br /> <br />So this is I. <br />The ninth letter of the alphabet. <br />A singular pronoun of the first person. <br />But this I am yet to learn.<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arrival-4/
