Genesis
Seventh Day In the beginning A low hum lapping waves little mollusks swirls of mist steam before, before, before us all, and the molten core bubbling, rumbles, explodes up into cones of land where nothing grew maybe lichens maybe kelp a little snail a fish with legs making its wet way up toward light before us all and the blue earth spun and the moon compelled and the sun warmed and dried and convinced a fern, a reed some green increase some sweet breeze scrubbing the blue air clean— how many times before? How many times to come? That low hum that beginning. Sherry Robbins, 2020
Sherry Robbins 