Creation - 1

To stir, to strain at the smallest wide edges.
To seed that sense of previous and
opposite, an oddness to something. To wait for ache,
for pressure, where seeming absence can know itself
not quite nothing, a little other
than nothing, can open a space to let things
be.
To blow nowhere bigger and bigger,
to a transparency in the dark;
to beckon
for a kind of presence to be there too - for something to feel itself
so hard that it shrinks and feels in freefall
as the edges grow
away and away,
unleashed in a sense of force