understanding history as a list of actions that became us

in the beginning in the beginning
was the single song of the songbird
that broke the dark silence
and pierced the quiet sky
so the singing of this world
might begin

in the beginning in the beginning
the nightjar tumbled
moth winged bat whispers
across the path and into sky

in the beginning in the beginning
was the grey ocean of pre light
cresting silver waves to the moon

in the beginning in the beginning
our voices measured the dark between us
our words unshaping the world
that held us bound, making it anew
as the car crept closer to the dawn
our headlights counting trees.

in the beginning in the beginning
we knew the world we were becoming
listened for its voice among the falling leaves
smelled it on the salt tongue mist
that licked the shore.

in the beginning in the beginning
was this daily commute,
this stretch of spirit become flesh,
action become world,
this pause between the rush
of dark busying and the school bus
that meets down the hill.

in the beginning in the beginning
was the red light of dawn
stretching the expanse of heaven
above the dark mountain
of all that was and would be.

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