The Birth

The Birth

It all started long ago -

I can recall the exact

place and light

The room had wide

windows and that particular

day, we sat around

the center

in a slightly oval form

So long I forgot

the face of others

their names, their basic

behaviors

when approaching

me, just sitting and

waiting upon light

or shadow

to erase my name as well as

the present

It all started when I

least expected – landscapes

imploding inside a

growing city, a reduction of

scales

leaving it all fuzzy

unfixed, damn centered

though

negligible

It all started there – the birth of

aesthetic awareness – as a bullet

plugging to my

sternum

it drilled fast and steady

leaving a sense of condensed

metal

pulling everything to

itself

bemusing spatial

orientation

and that's why, the question

I keep asking myself

why?

was I alone

since then on.

© 2016, José Coelho