To a New Born by Jonathan Beale

‘I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.’ Louis MacNiece

Thoughts alone in darkness.
The question is, why are, we here, you’d think
Why are we here what have we done, to be here
What will we do, and why, or why not, – If the Dane spoke true.
What will we do – in this growth of complexities, is thus.
That the cells grow divide and multiply like divers cutting the air.
Becoming one in a beauty of self and the Eid

This is “the” to come
Another linage
To: A name an epithet to grow into
To become: a day, date, and time.
The people you share this earth with
Will grow and grow and grow grey
As soon as growth becomes whole.

To you -Life is before you –
Open, the empty vessel
That will fill every time
The infinite moment
With life’s experience
Joy and want

The wind will pass
Around you
Learn to bend and not break
Root yourself
In the truth and you will find
And only you can grow to
Complete yourself.

Jonathan Beale

Jonathan Beale has 500 plus poems published in Penwood Review, Poetic Diversity, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, Mad Swirl, Pyrokinection, Ygdrasil, Van Gogh’s Ear, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Jawline Review, Bluepepper, Jellyfish Whispers, The Outsider, and Yellow Mama. His first collection of poetry ‘The Destinations of Raxiera’ is published by Hammer & Anvil. He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.

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