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Genesis (I)
ОглавлениеWe read the Word
spoke forth creation, but
I’m not so sure it wasn’t
sung into being,
not exactly hummed,
though insects might
have appeared with hardly
an opening of the mouth.
No doubt, the sun
was spun from delicate,
yet forceful arias—thus
the operatic nature of light.
Out of a bass-line, deep
blue tones—the kind you
rarely hear until they’ve
faded into air—whales.
Ostriches sprang from
strange improvisations.
Elephants are echoes
of ancient, sacred chants.
I imagine larkspur, phlox,
and clover are the progeny
of nursery rhymes repeated
quaintly, readily, musingly,
as if sheer gratuity
were their purpose, as if
they were made for nothing
more than loveliness. Stars,
in their totality, emerged
not from a tune, but rather
a soft and knowing sound:
a buzz, a kind of celestial
purr, a note so perfectly
content with itself that
it sparked, became what
it dreamed: a universe.