Come Any Other Way.

Gerald the Writer

Oh God,

come any other way,

but not as a child.

Come in a space ship

so we can call you alien,

and just a figment.

Wash up on shore

as a castaway, an unknown,

scraggly and salt soaked.

Walk into town as a vagabond

so we can look and call authorities

to distance us.

Stand by the side of the road

with a cardboard sign

so we can hand you a twenty and drive on.

But please don’t come as a baby.

Don’t come and coo and cry

and take our breath away.

Don’t come as we did,

dependant and humble

and wrapped up tight.

Just don’t, don’t be so vulnerable

as a wonder from a womb

bathed in the liquid of humanity.

Don’t come as a child, please.

For then we would need to

hold you in our arms.

Don’t come as an infant

so innocent and small

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