The night
I slept under the stars
in that big Wyoming Sky
and awoke to see
the brown mountains
rise like warm bread
in an orange sky
was the first time
I felt it,
That flutter,
that twinge.
that spinning,
dizzying
swirl in at the
root of my gut.
I am alone
in a universe
strewn with
billions of galaxies
sprayed like
like glowing
frogs eggs across
a black abyss.
Here I am
the tadpole
who made it
through the
black pond.
to
crow
at the sunrise.
Here I am.
Barry Lane
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