The Beginning

She sang the Song

And the world began.

We are always at the beginning

of an ancient story

forgotten for now

the ways

the threshold

opens.

Fish fall from the sky

a small plane dives and drops

its live cargo

silvery scales flashing in the sunlight

aimed for glacial waters

of a tiny mountain lake.

Can we be these fish

airborne, alive and whole

in this moment

without hopes

or memories?

jam