IN THE BEGINNING

In the beginning

There was a pen.

And paper flowed

From empty crisp packets

Strewn along the gutter.

Any scrap

Was a mountain

Of ideas

Gushing out

Into every corner.

No space

Went uncovered,

For she loved

So much

To write her soul.

She wrote

In parables,

To steer away

From prying eyes,

Until she had reached

Her summit.

Streams became

Brooks,

Became rivers,

Swam into lakes,

Out into oceans.

Waves lashed

From her nib,

Or ebbed and flowed.

Rocks jutted out

On each shoreline.

Corals etched

In red, green,

Blue/black

Or violet.

And with each page,

A different song:

Her lifetime,

A universe of

Untold enchantment.