Birth Poem by Ross Maclennan

Still...

Still as the moon in midnights' pond,
The darkness slept,
Motionless as a shroud.

No pulse beat in the abandoned void.
No breath, no life
To break the perfect round.

Time, a hibernating seed,
Foetal and deep,
Within the deepness
Knows neither urgency nor languid idleness,
His instruments and purpose not yet found.

Silent as the cats paw in a humid forest night,
In amniotic blackness, Eternity floats, blind and blameless.

Nothing disturbs the pendulum..