Eyes still closed and blindHelpless, hopeless, exceptFor a parent's tender careGuarding, feeding, staying near.They wait— these five hungry babiesWait, wait, for each movement aboveFor their needs to be met, trustWait, trust, wait, trust.

From another world From jungle trees where Mist and sudden drenching rainsWater your bare rootsSending waxen cascades of colorSpotted, speckled, Reaching to the ground.

Where ocean stops And sky startsI cannot tell, butKnow they never Touch and Always touchSky to waterWater to skyBlue on blueOf the same stuff.