January 4, 2021 by Revolution John
There are many Creations. One,
the opposite of ours, involved
no initial outburst.
Through a time longer than all of ours,
there were wisps and tremors
in darkness. These joined by chance;
a sigh preceded breath. Consciousness,
when it comes, is of a sweetness
not yet arrived; wonder
applies to memories.
The next universe over
offers little distinction
between the mind and an industrial filter.
Pollutants, smoke from
a mean and unforthcoming primal fire
accumulate. Being is a grudge.
In that twilight,
something hunched by a wall
broods, like its neighbor, like us, on the first
lie: that everything will be all right.
FREDERICK POLLACK is the author of two book-length narrative poems, THE ADVENTURE and HAPPINESS (Story Line Press; the former to be reissued by Red Hen Press), and two collections, A POVERTY OF WORDS (Prolific Press, 2015) and LANDSCAPE WITH MUTANT (Smokestack Books, UK, 2018). Many other poems in print and online journals.