by Robert Ankwell
Shu—I remember when the stahs were born—
‘Twas at the beginning of The Day;
None since has forged a better ray
Than that sovereign beam of primal light
Which did those heavenly bodies then ignite—
And Man has since had fealty to light alway,
Just as meseemeth it should be
Though none there was then did consult with me
To ask what I took of the creative act
That brought all forms from thinking into fact
Which I’d perceived as through a doorway’s crack.
Then, transmutations of existence without number.
The gods assigned causality did not slumber
But took from wonders wonders born anew,
Bringing creation into common view,
And those who saw it liked creation, too.
The whole of it was meant for me and you.
‘Twere only puppies would not revel in it,
The creative dawning’s one eternal minute.
Have there been any since could do the same
Were frailty to extinguish being’s flame?
We hope there is; then Man will come again.
Sure, I would revel in the stars’ embrace
If I could bring my spirit whole through outer space.
This dream of life—if only it were true
And life a thing of value to renew.
Then, what’s to hinder Immortality?
To live forever one must be also free
And then continuance is a possibility.
So, through life’s daily traumas do we roam
Bereft of substance, looking for a home.
And, if we find one, therein do we dwell
And if no harm befalls us, all is well.