Friday, April 06, 2012

First Light

I picture our ascendants in the brush
their shaggy heads thrown back with gazes aimed
above, upon the heaven's freckled blush,
in awe of all the things they hadn't named
and how their nascent thoughts were so untamed,
it must have been a truly sacred rush
to see the fledgling universe that flamed
each night, the clan assembled in a hush.
The eons passed and somehow we began
to grasp the inkling of a grand design
by looking, in amazement, to the sky
and while we're still uncertain of the plan
we're waiting for a brilliant dawn to shine
because some ancient person wondered why.

6 comments:

Lynn Proctor said...

omgosh so inspired!

Pat Hatt said...

And here we still sit as you say
Right to this very day
Wondering away
But don't wander to far you might get lose along the way..haha

anthony stemke said...

You need to change the name of your blog to: Above Average Poet.

Patricia Stoltey said...

This is amazing. You create a picture that reminds me of a book I read when I was a kid: The Bewitched Caverns. Well done!

Jack said...

Iambic pentameter. Nice!

rch said...

Thanks this hit me as I carried garbage to the dumpster right before the sun came up.