Genesis, Revised
In the beginning
there was a constant
stream of sounds,
and then God
sat down on a wooden stool,
and much like grandmother,
intent upon her business of
snapping harvested beans
for the canning jars,
God broke noise
into discrete pieces
called words,
knowing the Tower of Babel’s
foundation had already
been laid
that we might the better
understand,
laugh at,
and love
each other.
. . . j
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