Crazy Concrete March 2015 | Page 29

In  The  Beginning       I  like  to  imagine  at  night,     When  the  sky  is  speckled     With  stars  and  each  looks     Like  a  different  freckle  on     Your  sleeping  face,     That  I  was  made  from     Your  rib.       I  am  attached  to  your  backbone,     Giving  you  strength  and  support   Whether  you  know  it  or  not…     I  am  attached  to  your  sternum,     Curving  around  your  organs,     Like  spiny  fingers  stroking     The  ebony  and  ivory  keys     In  a  consecrated  chapel,     Resonating  with  every  twist  and  turn   Of  your  torso.       I  am  the  protector  of  your  heart,     Pumping  life  just  beneath   Your  chest.       I  am  the  protector  of  your  lungs,     Aware  of  your  constant  breath,     Unfailing  as  it  travels  from  day     To  night $4