They say children learn
how to smile from their parents, but
who taught you how to cry?
Perhaps, it isn't something we learn.
A baby is born today
and a bawl bursts out of her tender lips.
That is to say, that this cry
is an expression of discomfort—
of a soul descending into
the confining walls of flesh.
That is to say
pain is the grim finger,
the first finger that pokes our skin.
The piercing feeling that first shook
our fragile frame, rippling
the waters of our consciousness.
And this pain has its root
in the genesis of our earthly existence.