|Commencement - Poem by Gerard Geiger|
Seven pounds, more or less, sliding into life...
flailing, sputtering, sucking the first breath.
Crying with exultation, outrage, futility, or fear.
Throbbing chest and shaking appendages...
capturing the power of existence.
Comforted by the gentle and firm touch of a parent...
sharing the first experience.
Reposing under the spreading warmth of heated lamps.
Slumbering securely, enshrouded in soft covers...
the only armor of transition.
The being has settled, establishing a pace;
conserving energy for hurdles ahead.
A journey has ended and one has begun.
Gerard A. Geiger, June 22, 1984
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