Brink – a poem

Puddle cr Judy DarleyMy, as yet unborn, nephew is being induced today. Here is a poem in his honour.

On this day
when rain and sun have
both swung by
and you still sleep
deep in that dark, most secret
space, the shift will start
to wrench or nudge
you into life,
to breathe our air,
blink in our light.
To begin the existence
you and we have so far
only dreamt.