Poem: The Beginnings of Things

The Beginnings of Things

(as such may be)
flitter me away
to that edge, sky to sea where
cloud burns to seaspray
and scientists goggle
at The Beginnings of Things
and I simply want to leave
to bury my head
where I love it so much
and I give it all away
to The Beginnings of Things
(that refrain we sing)
as if we were not always here
as if becoming safe in our skin
makes us statuesque
and rumbling tide turns
rock into sand all the way until
(you know where we return)