Thoughts upon gaining consciousness

At five years old
I am neither a believer
Nor a skeptic:
I stand in the driveway of
111 Bales Drive
Walnut Creek
California, a
1950 Summer night
And search for my past
In the star stained explosions of the night
blown apart from the nothing
that was
in the beginning.

the stars
whisper secrets silently
of forever and never.

Creatively out of the nothing
All knowing and forgetting:
The sensing begins.
But where was I before?

Hot and cold
back and forth
on and off
ashes to ashes
dark to dark
the moment is suspended
in motion at light speed.


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Stephen Morse
January, 2001