In before times all was a dreaming sleep.
Awake, the days came; the forming colors
flew from atomic cosmoplasmic brew; first,
slithering like a great blue snake, came river,
calling down –then laying itself on– brown dust.
Oh seeds dance! Babies, lush, green, spring up
trying to return to heavenly slumber; then fall —
to begin again. And again. Then crawl from
fanciful union of dream, wake, river, and rust
tadpoles, meta-morphed into two-leggeds
who have been sojourning ever since…
Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
I looked at Namushasha River Lodge on a map and immediately was impressed by the majesty of the river, which inspired this creation myth.