Growing

 My eyes have opened
 My heart is thumping music

 I hear
 other musics
 They do not concern me

 I am unfurling my fingers
 Stretching them through
 crustacean-red water

 My sky
 has a roof of muscle
 I can touch the sky
 With my creased fingertips

 I shall
 suspend my pigmented thumb
 in my new mouth

 I shall
 frown
 and kick myself to sleep

 I am miraculous
 I have these dreams.
 

Copyright 1999, Robert James Berry
 

Dr Robert James Berry is on the Faculty of Languages and Communication at the Universiti Putra Malaysia in West Malaysia.