I was born this morning
in a surge of welcoming pain,
the elderly nurse who stood by my bed
had an angelic smile and a doctor’s cool,
reassuring hand touched my brow.

Sun shone through the open window of the hospital
hurting my eyes now that I’m back after sailing rudderless
in a sea of nothingness and intense the colours of flowers on the sideboard.

Yes this is a new beginning
and let me savour it this sense of being near to god,
know as days go by
I will revert to my truculent self,
rail against my inability to fly.
Ungrateful that’s my middle name.