Darkness.
Warmth.
Nourishment.
Protection and contentment.
And suddenly the earthquake comes.
Shivers of pain in the surrounding landscape.
Shimmers of change
In the contractions
Of the pool of life.
Flash of blinding light.
Smack of pain.
The furies pierce the air
With the boisterous sound of new life.
Unfocused eyes.
Rolling head.
Salty tears.
Pensive smiles.
Gentle hands.
Wrapped again in warmth.
Held again in love
That seems somehow familiar.
The first awakening.

Changes.
Course hair.
Protuberances.
Urgings without ration.
Desires without understanding.
Spurts of growth.
Clumsy.
Confusing.
Awkward.
This is the second awakening
Awakenings
By David Roth
© 15th January, 2005
Rapture!
Ecstasy!
Pure and unbridled passion
At the same time clumsy
And fulfilling.
Sweet scent of pleasure.
Sweet taste of joy.
Sweet touch of love.
Eternal with hope and expectation.
A beginning.
The third awakening.

Stiff.
Cold.
Painful, and then painless.
Darkness.
Senses fading.
Sound failing.
Salty tears
That spark distant memories.
Eyes that refuse to focus.
Head too weak to lift.
Bitter sobs of remorse.
Agonizing wails of disbelief.
Darkness surrounding.
Walking into the light.
And the sweet and loving hands
Of eternity.
The fourth and final awakening.