Written after a longish hiatus from blogging. Comments & criticism welcome as always.

Rebirth

Inside, the swirling wind swishes continuously
swooshing over my shut stony tomb
not powerful to slide its slab though
stiff enough to arouse the stirrings
of disturbance inside the confined hole.
Dark and bottomless, but I can’t see–
I’m stirring and trying to turn,
I wind my neck tight and kick,
a whiff unbeknown escapes in a gush,
a sudden dazzle greets the eyes I open and quickly close,
a rumble that begins in my belly becomes
a wail, and a shrill shriek—
multiple, painful simultaneous experiences like
gigantic waves that lash helpless pebbles who
gladly die this second in secure knowledge of
their rebirth in the next.

Tags: Original Poetry, Poem, Poetry, Rebirth