Big Bang

Back before time began
Before bangs
And clangs
And clocks
And docks
And dings

There was a deafened silence
An ultra black void
Filled with nothing
And yet embodying everything
In a tiny pin prick
A spot of white hot light

All around this light
There is blackness
Cold, and desolate
Like endless inky skies in winter
Or an unimaginably deep well

And at the center
Like at the center of earth
Is steaming, roiling matter
Mattering so much
Yet being so little

There is no sensation
No taste
No touch
Soundless
Until a ripping
Roaring
Thundering and cataclysmic shock
Runs through all of the dark
And springs into life
Light
And sound
And heat

So hot and bright
Emulsifying everything in whiteness
Creating radiation
And dust
And warmth

Cats and trees
Air and water and soil
People and emotions
All spring from light and heat