baby

he burst from the earth,
a bundle of limbs and pounding heart
exploding outward.

he formed a shape in the dark,
then crawled, slowly,
through thin ice and deep mud.


until the sun melted the white
into reflection of sky
and he had a reason to look up

past the weeds
and cattails, the murk
and mother dirt

and for the first time,
in the wake of that welcoming expanse,
he had a reason to dream of flight.

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Title is prompt in that it brought me to this picture and told me how to interpret it.