Me-creation
©April 19th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
At the very start, before all else,
There was Song.
Fear and phlegm, fatalism and faith
Churned within, too.
Rich blood and love fed a world.
Head and heart, tail and spine,
Fingers and toes, nose and eyes,
Forming cell by cell.
Star-stuff, yes, dark matter, too.
A whole universe, tumbling
In a womb, in the sweet dark.
Songs slipped into bloodstream,
Made their way to tiny ears
Slipped into heart and lungs
Still forming.
Tap-tapping away, a drum-beat
Grew stronger, and the stars
Gathered in eyes.
Playing with the umbilical
Climbing up and down it
Feeling her way in the red-dark.
So secure, so quiet, so sane.
And then, a slipping out,
A brightness, a definition of shapes,
A limit and limitlessness of things.
Skin, meet air.
World still forming,
Centred and eccentric,
Waking and sleeping,
Still, endlessly making.
There are worlds within words,
And worlds without words.
All within, and without,
Liminal, always.
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Today is Day 19 of NaPoWriMo 2017, and the prompt was to write a Creation Myth poem.