L'Haim (To Life,)

There is no pain like birth
forgotten under the umbrella
of soft arms,
all the wet, and the dry
wonderment of everything
just as it is, awake
or sleeping gently, since,
every sunny day and storm
is just weather; a blanket, umbrella,
the cradle of safe arms,
the potential
raised into the air, and kissed
to sleep in peace.