Is this how life, the universe and everything started?
A greenish, thick primordial soup.
A breath of inspiration hollowing out a new, shimmering creation,
And a sharp ‘O’ sending it on its way.
Is this how first love felt?
A blemishless thing filled with light and air
Yet too fragile to bear examination.
And is this how joy is passed between generations?
The shrill voice of a child and a child’s hand exploding into life
And the wet pieces of it all falling.