50871666-Fading-Wings

							        This poem was written just after my first baby was born. I was reflecting back on the
instant that was so brief it did not exist, yet lasted lifetime of breathlessness. The instant he
was born while he remained unbreathing, unmoving, not really in the world at all will remain in
my mind forever.



                              For one breathless moment he was
                                He was wholly clean and pure
                                    And he was wholly real

                                        A phase like light
                               Lacking our dimension of darkness,
                               lacking our 3rd dimension, the veil,
                                    and yet at once imminent

                            Submitted, unable but to please his Lord
                               For an instant an angel on Earth

                                  A stroke of ink on the page,
                                not yet expressed, not yet here
                      but not yet corrupted by the cruel gaze of the other

                                       The terrible Other
                                            The split
                                            The fall
                                            The Self