in the beginning

the earth without form and void, 

darkness upon the face of the deep; 

the Spirit over the face of the waters

 

and there: light

the light good; 

the light from the darkness, 

a firmament

in the midst of the waters

the waters from the waters

seething evening and 

morning, a second day

here there
are no clues;
all the whispers you hear

are dying echoes

be adam
again
be eve
be not afraid

it is a garden