Birth

Water washes over me like magma

I’ll be okay, I always am

Until I’m not


I remember the first poem I wrote

It was about the moon

I knew then nothing would ever be the same


I’m an outlaw poet

It’s nothing I aspired to be, but when the claws of creation took

hold I knew I was born to be wild

Heard “Like a Rolling Stone” on the radio the other day and I felt

no fear and I still feel no fear


The tides coming in and I don’t even live near water

In fact, I’m a water sign and have avoided the deep end ever since I

nearly drowned right beneath a lifeguard’s toes

This crab takes his shell wherever he goes and when I’m dead I’ll

find another shelter to call my very own


I remember the first time I walked out onto a stage

How for the first time in my life I felt comfortable in my own skin

I knew from then on everything would be different and I thanked

God for entrusting me with art


Our birth and our death are the same playing card just in reverse

Think about when you were born because death is just like going

back to the beginning

Put on your lifejacket and swim out past the rocks and I’ll meet

you there in a little while.


-Charles Cicirella

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