The beginning

In the beginning there were the trillions,
                            mutations, coincidences,
Wild horses bucking 
                            formlessly, randomly,
Mouse ears in newly minted green, 
                            stronger than all of them put together.

God was the patient husk
                            that fell away,
A revelation that cannot be transmitted,
                            only transmuted.

The boundaries of my being fade,
                             bleached by the high sun,
Without cause or consequence,
                             the present opens
Into deepest, deepest now
                             A swirl of past and future.

On walking through the birch in early May.