Creation Story
“in the beginning, the earth was a formless void
and darkness covered the face of the deep.” -- Genesis
in the beginning
the mythic Madonna and child
were still one––inhabiting each other,
a Mobius strip, molecule to molecule
emptiness mated to presence, life
to spilt blood, matter inherent in the dark
until slowly they unzipped
the paired DNA of their selves
hovering over and around,
their boundaries still kissing
unlocking the space between atoms,
between cells, between stars
slowly they gathered momentum, force
from the furthest corners of being,
until particles spun with the energy
of need and want and must have
heat of the neuron's pulse, shudders
and sparks, liquid stirring, splash of acid
in the beginning
the universal essence quickened,
compressing desire within desire
within desire, until pure thought
let there be light
collided, shattered into fragments
and burned
Published in Creation Stories, poems and art by Amy Wray Irish, Green Fuse Press, 2008, and The Bend, 2005