The First Day of My Life
A wave of the future hits me
like an epiphany of the past.
Everything is clean and new,
like the first snow of winter.
And as I look out on the horizon,
I swear it’s the first day of my life.
Show me effervescent white caps
lying stagnant on the lake’s shore.
Let me see a newborn child
wailing in the presence of reality.
Expose my eyes to newspaper print
and yellowed pages of the present.
Allow me to touch grains of sand
and learn of how they flee my grasp.
Let me feel freshly baked bread,
soft with warmth and affection.
Run my hands over your face
to know of the pain lying beneath.
Make me whiff the musky air
after a majestic spring rain.
Let me smell the aroma of flowers,
and harness their enchanting spell.
Give me the scent of crispy bacon
so tempting in the early morn.
Denude my tongue to sweet cake,
so moist and playful in the mouth.
Let me taste chicken noodle soup
to comfort my body and soul.
Burn my taste buds on hot cocoa,
but let it warm the frigid air inside.
Entice my ears to the complex rhythms
made by performers on the city streets.
Let me hear loud orchestral booms
of the passionate instrumentalists.
Tempt my mind to the sweet song
of light wind rustling tree branches.
Show me all senses of life.
Expose my inexperienced soul
to reason, good deeds and change.
Give the world a positive purpose.
I’m only asking you one thing.
Can you just teach me to live?
