how we were born

it was tiny, a
tasting
a trip
a thought
a talk, then
a tackle.
a temptation
teaspoon of
touch
a talk
a tear
trepidation
a tiptoe
a tattered time.
tears
still never a taper.
a telephone, a voice so
tender.
something tense and terrible
but terrific.
several thrashes,
tomahawks
topsy turvy tension.
all the while a template
tinkered with, not just a
topcoat;
a team.
tough, torn, but tender and
true.