Responding to all three works of art for Day Fifteen Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge.
Nothing and Something
From nothing, something—
a boom, a rush
of feathered light, star-dusted gas swirl-twirls
air, water into life. From the sea, we come
from the deep-water blue, crawling, falling, squalling
voices, reaching hands toward the azure sky—
from which, after the snow blows and goes,
spring rains pitter-pat on rocks and stones, and
from a pastel palette, petrichor will rise,
like birds, into the air,
but you won’t be here to smell it, or to see the flowers
emerge slowly from cold, dark ground. Treasures thought lost,
like time. Do we have more or less of it?
I don’t understand the time before time, without stars,
an infinite nothingness beyond black.
I know there’s a hole where you once were,
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