A learned Fellow on my screen
declares that life was born
in the cosmic background.
Unseen light irradiant stretched
above a hot and pulsing sea
as matter collapsed in starlight
and galaxies emerged, blood red.
Then colour multiplied in waves,
and from a grain our sun grew
among billions in the Milky Way.
It shed dust which grew as planets,
ours too near, too hot for life,
yet it wed water, shed energy,
shed life and then humanity
shed names and stories.
Heaven, Earth, Stars became Gods,
myths born perhaps in self-defence
and works of high imagination
shed a stranger light unseen
in miracles of concentration.
Luminous brains discovered laws
of energy, mass and light;
letters fused with numbers,
and now the sun’s wind drives again,
sand dunes’ shadows flow,
Old Time shrinks where he began
as minds rewind and red waves head
where frozen giants circulate,
back to where there’s no Before,
no There, nowhere, No Where.
©Terry Hodgson2020
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