Birth

[Rev. Gregory Kensbock]

I woke to find them playing hide and seek a game of fun

What else was there to do?

I joined and donned the skins and false beak

And went to closets where I had no view.

The masks did not come off, when gone was fun,

and questions emerged- how and why and who.

I felt around; in circles was I spun,

And little of the others' place I knew.

But then I saw the mount, the sky, the sun.

In ripply ponds, I glanced at me, my dress,

And chanced to note close by another one.

At first the garb I viewed,, no more, no less.

But I went past the layered facade to see

A being there, and I discovered me.