One Moment

He emerged, undisturbed by the melody of babble and jabber, into silence.
Mother’s moist, sympathetic eyes, harmonise with her caring crescent.
Images, engendered from this gentle, somehow sinister, quiescence
burden his innocent perceptions with knowing ignorance.

White coats flutter; busying noiselessly.
Machines, their dials awhirr with sharp jumping traces,
vibrate rhythms to multitudes of peering faces.
Quietude gathers ever more suffocatingly.

Heartbeats, unheard yet close enough to touch, ooze solace.
Each pulse, a story, humming mellifluously through him.
One day, the fables’ rhythms encourage unwelcome feeling,
the crescent becomes ephemeral. Uncertainty prevails.

Discomfiture, as the tale-telling pulse tattoos stories new.
Pumping expectantly which, his silent world, cannot interpret.
Intuitively, he hopes only that safety will still reverberate
in his essence, and meld seamlessly with his soundless view.

After the procedure he emerges from sleep into a novel world,
snuggles as close to the heartbeat as are lips when sealed in silent prayer.
He is aroused – ears – mind – body and spirit – respond to movement in the air
and his moments begin when he hears his very first word.