It began that way.
Alone and thinking.
Before there was color.

Imagine a sculpture by Auguste Rodin.
The weight of the chin in hand
down through the elbow pressing the thigh.

Imagine nothingness as a container.
An explosive idea.
A single thing with properties.

There was no thought of cities.
No thought of birds.
More Jackson Pollock than Paul Cézanne.

Understand the duality of sexes did not exist yet.
Imagine the restless desire to speak with someone.
A blinding flash then waiting eons.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

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