When I created life
Something changed in the corner of the room
Somehow the shadow turned inside itself and danced beyond the window sill
When I created life
the cans rattled on the street
Insects begged passers by for morsels of food
When I created life
the brown witches gurgled in anticipation and pleasure
When I created life
there came soaring out from the stairwell a shaft of pure light
It was wrapped carefully in a green wave
freshly rolled in from the beach
The wave asked for its safekeeping
So its smell and feel and taste would not be forgotten
I promised
and always I will keep this
June 1998
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