Friday, September 5, 2008

Creation story

Three days went by while I coughed,
hard—clearing something unknown.
Then one morning an egg emerged
from my surprised mouth, open as
the point of an exclamation mark, the egg
hard and luminous as a dragon’s.

What will be birthed from this
inelegant pause in vocalization?

Three days went by, and I hardly
seemed to notice. Now—I wonder—will it be days,
weeks or infinity times infinity before this new being
is ready to emerge, mouse-like from
its impossibly smooth, calciferous
place of refuge?


Rachel Westfall
September 5, 2008

1 comment:

HerbisOrbis said...

Brilliant... the point at which sanctuary becomes trap is fashioned by us