In the beginning
God said
and never spoke
another Word.
Look around, friend.
All this arose from
the croak of a frog,

the scrape of a twig
on your widow pane,

the breath sound
of a baby in the dark.
Don't try to understand.
Just stay awake.
Behind our words
we’re all yearning
for the same silence,
that cup of gazing
that tastes blue and
empty as sky.