MaryAllflowers

Spirit Meets Flesh You step into this stream too cold For spirit and call out "No!" But too late you've entered a World of too bright - too dark Images, close your eyes, you Begin.  Cry and dry hands place you The scratch of starched linen And you are alone, your protests Unattended. You'll be forty before you understand How this first cry still vibrates. Only then will you laugh and Laugh, child, loving the play of shadows, This feel of gravel under feet.