A darkness,
negative,
it is nowhere (where everything will be..)
hanging pregnant
waiting for the start of time-
there is no past
no present
only the future

then,
a whisper,
a quiet whirring of gears as time becomes real,
and for the first time, we are moving forward-
and for the first time, we exist-
in the tiny, gelatin body of the humblest bacteria-
that quietly falls through space,
into the first water-
on the first planet-
in the first world-

And time, new and fresh, works it’s magic.

We are here.