The stark reality of nascent
life beyond the womb
no longer warm, safe
alone to face it we assume.
Now the cowl is cast
in the trauma of the birth
away from the wet warmth
in adaption to the world.
The yearn to learn a hunger a thirst
a need to seek to know yet
not knowing what questions to ask
unaware of where to fit at first.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem