the scent of new potential hung in the air;
Shimmering, dazzling in inherent, unformed possibility.
Such exuberance has resonance,
an energy and life beyond its source;
Hope and purpose crafted to conveyance
through the minefield called "success."
When the world was new,
uncharted ground passed swiftly under feet
running with vector and velocity,
to craft that which had not been, with value yet to be determined.
Would that "idea" alone would be sufficient.
But business beats to many drummers,
And silent forces rage, with klaxon effect.
No one sees full spectrum, but night vision helps.
Much anticipated, the birth unfolds in passion paired with pain;
Perspective often lost as wizened, red and squalling,
Hope and Hard Work's child arrives.
One prayer answered, illusory in magnitude and effect,
Suspending and obscuring, for just a moment,
the hard work yet to come.