Naissance

What is birth?

the enlightenment of self actualization?

the surreal conscious grasping its epiphany in the midst of its evanescence?

at this unfortunate hour, I am the lucky one.

Shall I complain?

that my return is not to beheld on donkey's back

that they will not chant Hosanna as I greet my own?

but I am not to be a fair cross.

Perhaps, this is my renaissance.

A foreign heart, with a rooted soul

An exploration into a familiar dream.

I wait again at this

soul seeking, hope-hallowed,

life-lacerated, unfortunate hour,

to revisit my family and to cure my mournful disease.

Perhaps, this is my renaissance.

or perhaps... a mere naissance.

1/11/11