Wednesday, January 21, 2009

277. Big Bang


You were there!
And I was there!
Everything of which we are made
Was there!
Nothing has been added since the start of time.

Of course,
We could not recognise ourselves.
We were star-stuff.
We were ingredients
In a great soup.

We were being shaken and stirred.
What if we still retained a memory
Of being Big Banged!

What if we could still recall the Nothingness
In which the Everything swam!
What if we had been aware of the Silence
In the Nothing.

Our small brains demand that 'empty'
Means 'surrounded'.
A cup is only 'empty'
Because it has a shape.
'Empty nothing'
Means  Nothing.

We were in it
And yet we cannot comprehend it!

Were we waiting in that Dot,
That infinitesimal speck
Which contained everything?
Was all Creation screwed up,
'Ready for off?'
Were we conscious of the fact that the
Impossible Nothing
Was going to Explode
Into the Possible?
Into trees and pigs and crossword puzzles?

A Dot.

Did it shudder?
Did it convulse?
Did it tremble at the enormity
Of it all?


Look at us!
We're shooting stars,
We're nebulae,
We're clouds of gas!
We're light.

And the noise!
The incredible roar of it all!

It must have been quite a party!

What a pity we can't remember it!


Anonymous said...

Well, if no one else did, I loved your rime about the big bang! MM of NY

Kat said...

You should publish a book - 'big bang made easy'..!!!!

Was grinning ear to ear, the pondering poem..!!!

quilly said...

I think I shall share this to my love, whose nickname is Amoeba. It will probably make him laugh.