Julia Zyla, St. Catherine University, Minnesota, United States
Little One looks at the blade of grass with awe.
Eyes follow the dragonfly
Darting through a forest of green stalks.
Iridescent scales dance in the light
With every fine flutter of her wings.
The agile acrobat dips and dives with ease.
Little hands reach upward
In hopes of capturing its beauty.
Digits envelop the creature in darkness.
Little One holds the blue-green wonder to her ear
To hear her secrets.
Eyes close to concentrate curiosity.
Darkness fell upon both worlds
And nothing stirred in the deep
Save a distant pulse.
Suddenly, dispersed Whispers
Disturbed the void with an unmatched purpose.
From every ripple sprouted
Symphonic movements created structure.
And Beauty was there.
Calls sound from every direction,
Begging to be answered.
Groans and grumbles shook the foundation.
Barks and shrieks upset the place.
Piercing melodies traveled by heartbeat.
And the allure of every crescendo beckoned for one more
To bask in its glory
And add to the chaotic order.
The epitome of the whispers
Culminated in the birth of
One to behold the mystery.
The foundations rumbled with anticipation,
As the final beginning was conceived.
The Whispers grew
And a tremendous cyclone
Whirled a wonder into form.
And the One marveled and wrestled
With its surroundings.
Newborn eyes surveyed its home,
Overwhelmed by its extent.
The One grew and changed in fascinating
And horrible ways,
Altering itself and the beauty around it.
Water issued forth,
And there was Pain and Happiness.
An immense struggle strangled the Beholder
With no particular cause to speak of,
Blinded from understanding.
Desires and Distractions permeated from its pores,
Poisoning the atmosphere
And Fear made its foundations
In the flounder,
Confining One to the vestibule.
And the One was consumed
By what it had made.
And it could no longer hear the harmony
Which danced along the light beams
And illuminated the spectacle
That was stirred into being
From the Whispers of the deep.
Darkness fell and eyes were opened.
And Little One looks down
Upon the winged whispers with awe.