Creation
My mind is swollen
With atomic bits of possibility,
Charged to coalesce and expand.
Air pulled close then exhaled;
Dispersion into the great vastness
Of this thing and that thing.
Each idea sweeps through
Like a heated wind, solar in nature,
Illuminating particles that
Pool into whirling birthplaces.
Fingers ripe and ready for shaping,
What star-light will I, goddess
Of my own imagination,
Ignite from this chaotic dust.
