we were born in the dirt

we were born in the dirt
of the sons of flies
a world of
shadows dancing on the walls
motion and
danger
color absent our
pale forms

stepping to the light
we see
the world beyond our limited perspective
blinking with our hands cupped above our eyes
shaking
naked and
afraid

embrace and
a warmth of
others
the sun shining
we see
one another

we were born in the dirt
and some day we will return
to crawl once more
but today
we step
to the bright sunshine