In The Beginning Poem by Richard Greene

In The Beginning



I was there
when you were squeezed
from your mother’s womb,
coming into the world
not like a deity,
clean, calm and complete,
but as a man does,
red, wrinkled and vulnerable,
looking bewildered and indignant,
like a turtle deprived of its shell.

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