Big Bang

Did we fall out of the boom,
the crash, the billions of bits
that created the universe?
I imagine us meandering around
the cosmos, interstellar travelers
perusing our options, riding eons
of space highways & terrestrial
autobahns, appraising the virtues
of planets and stars, choosing
the juiciest for a long gestational sleep.


Napowrimo Day 11 prompt: “write a poem of origin”.
This one to be continued, I think. It’s a start.

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