
Murmuration
her small voice rising
in the dark above the bars
of the crib, a morning
murmuration
beginning, spinning, rising
a flock of freshly hatched words
still translucent and damp
where did she come from?
this spontaneous consciousness
this ascending double helix
of intelligence – pulsating, spiraling
wave upon brilliant wave
of innate wisdom, elaborating
her sweet song, a spark
radiating across the unending space
of possibility, coming now
to crack open the darkness
like a star
like the first soft light
of a brand new day
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