75/365: The Beginning of the World and the End of Time (My First, Messy Attempt with Rory's Story Cubes)
I think I am not good at Rory's Story Cubes yet, but it feels more like playing pretend with words, which is how writing use to feel. I like it.
The world grew
on the back of a turtle.
It was all water for a long time,
but eventually the land dried,
and we walked the land,
our footprints pressing warm into cool, soft earth.
It can only be called magic
how life threw itself up everywhere,
reaching out and spreading wide
with no provocation outside its own expression.
But, as with all things,
Time came to know itself,
and became an arrow lost to its proper course.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.