BIRTH

Somehow we seem to always give birth to each other... Each
morning...miraculous and mystifying...
The night is for dreams and stardust...
And ‘Punnet Square’ of us...hurtling through the dark...
There we are at daybreak...combined and new...and ready for another Gift of
day...we begin again...hoping for another gift of the morrow... ‘Sisyphean’ effort
and task...
Have I told you yet this morning how much I love you? Never
gets old!
We are the ‘birthers’ of our stupid cancers… Illiterate
when it comes to ‘symbiosis’
They kill us...their hosts...
And they are no more...and we are no more...

Have I told you today how much I love you?