The Birthday

It was a day like any cloudy day

“Dogs were living their doggy lives”

Philosophers were after their post Platonic thoughts

My family was far-- too far

My friends were here and there

And it began raining hard

I came across this cave

It was cold, silent, and dark

He whispered loud

Echoed in my heart

I felt him in my womb

He kicked and kicked

Emerged with feet

But I buried him alive

Returned to the society of men and minds

Each rainy day

I come across the cave

Again

And again

And each time

He comes alive