To Be Slowly Born

To live is to be slowly born. ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

As a rose begins as a green nub,
then hints at color, shimmying slowly
from the confines to glamorous, to glorious.
As mundane ingredients join
blending flavors, becoming far more
than the sum of the parts, augmenting,
lighter than air, defying logic.
As a child reaches for comprehension,
studying environs, mimicing elders,
trying on moves, vocalizations, manipulations.
Life awaits, out there, inside, all about
ready to astonish and enrich.