On Being Born - wordle 129

When the gentle, constant massage

of many months, changes,

becomes stronger

and more urgent,

and the nest,

this watery home

becomes too small,

this being, ripe and ready,

takes the chance,

the journey,

through that secret passage.

So clever, it knows the way.

With hands crossed and head down

it travels,

swept by muscles,

into the light.

The stars circle above

as s/he is born

and, shorn from that rope of flesh,

blinking, full of love,

one becomes two.

(Chance,blinked, hand, saw, swept, stars, flesh, ripe, secret, clever, basket, nest)

And here's a sideways view of how I began to put words together.