F. Mary Callan - The Not So Dead Poet

CREATION - DAY 3

09:30, 11 January 2008

Separating Land and Water

VARIETY

Infinitesimal nothings, charged with a value,
Swirling together, cooling, this pool of power;
Fusion and confusion, confrontation of energies,
Condensing, collapsing, reforming, sparking shower;

The pain of clinging to who one is,
Pressured by neighbours, tempted by emptiness;
Clinging to allies, changing valency,
Structuring, splitting, combining; sharing frequencies.

Earth swirls to a ball in its giddy corner:
Liquid squeezes from solid like whey out of curd;
And, curdling still, and boiling, hissing and seething,
Compounding and settling, steaming, everything blurred;

From core to crust, the struggle to accommodate,
Finding new strength, a richer structure:
Crystals and diamonds, opals or aggregate,
Iron and antimony form in the mixture.

Shrinking and cooling and settling at last;
Harder or purer, richer, more flexible,
Grown even more different, forged by its past,
Faithful, contented, enduring through trouble.

From simple sparks pressured unbearably tight
A world of variety spins day and night.