IN THE BEGINNING

As lonely as the only spark in space;
Unique and friendless: Why am I here?
Imprisoned in this vast and vacant place;
Echoing questions; shapeless, draining fear.

Ravenous emptiness laps at my door;
Empty greyness answers within.
The busy electron buzzes before,
Beside, around me, holding me in.

Anchorless, with nothing to do:
There is no doing yet, no-one to do it!
Just emptiness, the endless view
Into oblivion – mine! – No-one to know, I blew it!

Yet still, around, beside, buzzes the spark,
Pestering positron ringing me round,
Fencing me off from the hungry dark,
Rousing, focusing: dazzle and sound.

Why can’t it fizzle out, extinct?
End its irritating presence?
Snuffed out, indistinct
From the nothing around me?
I sense
It slowing down, coming to terms
With my dejection, the meaninglessness.
It ticks at my own speed; affirms
My idleness and helplessness.

This dizzy spark is mine, to have and hold,
Defining me from the dark, giving me value:
Energy to fly free or bond; be bold,
Be active, or just admire the view.

Driven by this sizzle, or in the driving seat,
I shall exist for ever, playing many parts,
In space, or crowds, where many energies meet,
Driven and driving; now is where it starts!

Content to be, by being; my own spark
Looping around me, giving me room,
Defining my existence. Through the dark,
Working or playing, I’ll use my zoom!