First Breath.

My Father stood in the doorway,
His form fell like a shadow of an old tree
Branches twisted
And long
My Mother rocked the world inside gently
Her song humming through the rooms of my mind
And I,
Made of this bone and flesh
Untangle the threads
Pull the blanket of the past tight around my shoulders
You belong
Between two tributaries
A meeting place of Souls
This place on a map
Where their fingers fell together
And pointed you Here
This territory made good
By the stirring of your heart
By the break of your body
Cresting the wave and taking
first breath at dawn.
You belong.