I’m nearly weightless–

Floating, luxuriating

in a warm, dark bath.

Solitary, yet

at play, rolling and kicking,

even grabbing my toes.

Occasionally,

in the murky fog, taking

in fluid, hiccupping,

I’ve been very safe here

quite some time, and yet

my time has now come.

Suddenly, the walls

quake, and I start hurdling

down a narrow tunnel.

Oblivion, birth?

Yet I been thinking, feeling

a very long, long time.