Thursday, March 29, 2018

Before the Pharaohs

Those thin strands, those gossamer threads,
webs of a kind, would not hold us.
We would soon break away.
We would flit about and find a new home.
Before the Pharaohs ruled the world,
we watched lightning flash through the blowhole
of an ancient whale.
We saw riders fall from the clouds like snow.
We heard voices hum to a tune from far away.
We saw the moon rise in the eyes of an imbecile.
We traversed oceans.
We saw Christ crucified and darkness fall.
We lost count of the stars.
We descended with the dead but now we rise.
Those thin strands, those gossamer threads,
webs of a kind, will not hold us.
We break away
and now we fly.