Sentient

Sentient,  (c) Jane Mayer, 2020 We arise in awareness from the voidfrom the womb, from the no-thinglike color and light and shapeforming itself out of nothingnesslike whisps of a just-extinguished candleplaying in backwards motion And in our unexpected arrival here,we become sentient, awake, awarein sacred separate formso that we may witness all that isstaring in awe at the colors and lightsat the shapes and soundsat our capacity to move airwith our bare, pink palms if we’re lucky, we hold this experiencein deep and utter reverenceat the miracle of our aliveneessand the second miracle ofour awareness of our life and we dance and singand create and weepand moan and speak to treesamd chat with cricketsand smell the soiland make love before we fade away againout of these suits of fleshand back into the black womblike the wisp of a just extinguished candledissolving again into everything