There is the first light by which
the world began. Some say it was made
by a lonely deity peering into the void
and empty black – no stars, no moon, no sun,
no world, no us – and to dispel this loneliness,
he began to speak everything into existence,
beginning with light. We have guessed at his – or her –
name since we picked up chisel to mark stone or
tattooed our hearts in ink upon papyrus
or common paper. Some have even guessed
that the light made itself, pulling together
enough gas and matter to contract and then explode,
flinging dreams of stars, planets, and
little crowds of creatures in every direction.
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