Creation

Tis better to give than receive

Never understood that idea
Until I felt the rush
Of the world in my face
Eyelids flicker
I see the beginning of time
And I take it in
Through all my senses
Creation, in my face…

I travel
Over the flat plain
Quivering, tight to
Upward thrusting pinnacle
Exploring the ridge
I open up and take it in
Hunger for the gift

My excitement mounts
As creation quakes
Under my tongue
Heat of new life
Emerging to the surface
Primordial ooze teeming with life
Sliding under my fingers
Swirled under my tongue
And for tonight
The world sleeps
Creation rests