...he allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
—Gabriel Garcia Marquez Love in the Time of Cholera
Trust
It was during an unguarded moment,
your eyes’ gentle intrusion provided
you an audience with my soul.
I tried to deter your glance,
but your search had already penetrated
those private realms which I protect
from fear of truth and knowing.
You reached beyond this form I occupy
as a mote against my nakedness.
I sought escape in your eyes, but my own
reflection scrutinized the attempt.
You took me into your bosom and held
me there for all eternity. You called me
a kind and gentle being.