Word Sensed

Word Sensed

It was that day's

and year's instant, subject to

angle's gradient, in the look

parallel to the spill – let the sun
flutter about his mettle, manly
making us females

of ourselves, the question
obeys, warms, slides

It was that day's
instant when everything would be born -
eyelid, light, word

sensed, nearby
the ground, which at that angle
would be low - pebble, dust - tide.

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho

born world

a word in his mind kept sounding and rushing,
as repetition took him deep,
in inner landscapes,
until...
the moment his mouth spoke
loud
and clear,
he felt the warmth
of the newly
born,
world.