A baby is born

If not a few days before

A test thrown into the world

To see if it sinks into deep waters,

Dark and treacherous like sin,

Or if it floats downriver into

Something much more,


Something not

Unlike a net of golden

Possibilities skimming silver

Backed fish as it guides itself into

Rolling waves and gentle ebbs

Not unlike a captain at sea

Comfortable and serene

Steering precious cargo

Into a crowded harbor.

We all wait and see.