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Once—
stars burst from before time,
blooming fire-flowers from incandescent seeds
germinating, spawning life

in scallop-shelled births on foam-flecked waves,

there is beauty, truth, in the shimmering blue sea,
and in the reflected light, an endless story
of rebirth.

From shadowed depths, fronds and fish, the slithery, slow-crawl–
scale to feather to skin, uncovered to epochs of the sun’s ground-warming,

Now—
the little mouse hides,
emerging to gaze at the stars as she gathers red berries–

all around her, winged predators
and two-legged destroyers
who forget ancestry and legacy—

that they were born from fiery blooms,
the winging, swinging, swirls of singing light,

and the expansive, cerulean sea,
where submerged memories rise, sparkling diamonds
to fly on the spindrift of eons–

catch them–if you can.

There’s a bonus image/poem tomorrow, but this is the end of the official poetry month…