सूर्योदय

on the day he was born
I recognized him

from his previous self 

I was not enough
life had desperately 
multiplied
    crawled into my lap
         bounced on my shoulders
               was been born to run from me:
into the arms of the universe.
life pulled, dug, ripped
for my growth
pointed me in all directions

we are transposed
I am the wide-eyed newborn,
startle response high,
rooting reflex rigid
he is the old man sage
one question tapping the pulse
another question
holding starlight together
just long enough
to ask for this dance