The beginning

The beginning. A natural start, to some. A unnatural beginning, to others. It is the following that finds me. It is the tears that cleanse me. Somewhere, somehow, in between the rays of light, the blankets of night, I am nurtured in some forgotten comfort. Some forgotten warmth, that in these moments, guides me toward tomorrow. I single myself out, out of all the crowds. The mass phalanx of people, running, breathing, dancing, living, loving, to seek out, what tomorrow might bring. In the learning of truth, I wonder what is left to believe. What is left to see. When all the colors, are right here, in front of me. A dash of forgiveness runs on through me. A dash of pleasure gives me a moment to sigh. And through it all, I know I do belong. Perhaps not in the rivers and streams, the oceans vast, far beyond my dreams. No, somewhere else. In the rain caught on a leaf. In a moment, shone true in the darkness of deceit. Yes, I am there. Covered. Yet visible true. In this beginning, that I bestow on to you.