First Steps

A rift cascaded across the sky
the clouds bled blue
the watch clocked twelve
and a star shone through
the white vapour veins of Earth.

Never had I felt such vastness
as the veins struck across the sky
capillaries joining side to side
and I felt my limbs a mimicry,
fractals of ingenious design.

And there were the Pointers,
above my new home —

And I felt my feet plant their
soles
to soil,
my soul – to soil,
my new roots transpiring this blue sphere’s being,
an equality of in and efflux,
and I saw myself —
a child of the earth,
tendrils of stardust,
a mobile modicum of consciousness,
a product of immeasurable time and unknowable chance events.

© 2018 Anna Rabinov

Original Image: https://maas.museum/observations/2014/08/22/daily-cosmobite-it-is-not-rude-to-point-2/