by Gideon Burton
Creation was five billion years ago,
and it is yesterday, today, this minute.
No grand explosion needs to start the show--
not when this crafting force is infinite:
this pulsing yearning ordering desire
arrayed in elemental air and fire
or grounded in our food or our attire,
cascading deeper, spreading wider, higher.
The code for DNA, a napkin sketch;
a galaxy of lights, a microchip;
an ecosystem's flow, a mason's etch;
a dance, a waterfall, a robot's grip.
Bring element, bring order, bring design;
we stitch or draft in shades of the divine.
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