I arrived out of nowhere.
Hazy and formless I flitted over the surface,
Racing over fields and streaking over rivulets.
It was a wriggle, a walk, a sprint and a swim,
My personal kind of marathon.
Gradually but surely I was gaining form,
My lines became clearer and my steps became wiser.
I learnt to tread lightly on water,
But place my foot firmly on land,
And hold my breath while climbing tree tops.
With time, I turned dense and unyielding,
My heartbeats struggled to keep up.
But the last leg needed the best I could give,
I raced on,
Bearing witness to my emerging form.
Chasing and running away,
It was when I took my last breath,
When I finally met my creator
And was laid to rest.
I became myself.
￼The journey from nothing to something to everything. Life is not a circle – it is the most curved straight line one can think of. Inspired by a dancing shadow of a cloud.