You Come Out Of Eternity, You Come In From Eternity Poem by Alla Bozarth

You come out of eternity
hungry for existence,
but you don’t know
what it means.
Everything assaults your
newborn senses.
Your eyes feel too small
to drink a whole moon,
a rainbow, your grand-
mother’s face—
your mouth adores milk
and you can’t taste it
enough, so sweet
the liquid love pouring
into you, responding
to your insistent draw.

Your ears want more
of that voice,
the song drifting
on air waves.
When your skin is touched,
you coo and instantly
compose your own symphony.
And all the smells
that surround your body
and come out of your body
are a cacophony of over-
whelming wonders.

Slowly you comprehend,
then, the distinctions
of the senses.
Your sensorium begins
to stretch, to hold
the coming in marvels
of the world and being
alive.

And one day
you discover you love
someone whose face
you have learned,
and when you look
into that face you know
you have arrived, because
your mind is satisfied
and your eyes feel
beautiful,
like fingers touching
a photo of your heart’s
true home.

This poem is from the book Love's Alchemy by Alla Renée Bozarth,
copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved.