Birth

Explosive light,

achingly bright,

expands to fill the void.

And in its wake,

leaves its claim,

that nothing can avoid.

In one small section,

beyond inspection,

the claim twists and turns,

combines,

leaving void behind.

It ignites and starts to burn.

It’s not for show,

the burning glow,

just the statement “Here I Am.”

But as time goes by,

the fires subside,

and the claim hardens and firms.

As more time goes by,

life forms on the claim,

and the statement becomes “I… am.”