Happy birthday to the world!

 

Like a pencil poised for calculation, a key not yet turned

in the twitchy ignition, so was the curved throat of God in the nothing

before the (ready, so ready) beginning.

 

Then: Black letters proclaimed onto the white parchment universe.  

 

Then: Big Bang (call it what you will)—

 

Water swirling away from water and sapphire sky pouring out.

 

Greater lights and lesser, crackling meteors & stars—

 

Sprouting seeds with their tasty fruit, towering trees with their riddles—

 

Twirling serpents & creepers of the soil; all the swarming, leaping,

winged things—

 

And last to come, dusty youngsters made in the image (haploid,

diploid, twin & twin)—

 

Each called into itself by that voice. That voice. Insistent, unfurling—

 

The deafening pulse of now.

 

So good.

 

MAY YOU & YOURS ENJOY A SWEET AND SACRED NEW YEAR!