Creation
the beginning, the earth
was unformed and void.
Genesis
On the first day I was a child
playing alone in the sandbox.
On the second day I met you and the world
shifted just a little.
On the third we conceived sons who were born
in great waves of wonder.
On the fourth they grew tall and waved goodbye
as they left for college and the world.
And on the fifth we held grandchildren
high in the air
and measured their progress in pencil
on the closet door-frame.
On the sixth day we grew gray, wrote poems
and went for walks that took forty years.
On the seventh day we rested
on memories and laurels and riverbanks.
And whatever shall we do
next week, my dear?
Lorrie Wolfe
Published in The Language of Crows and Mountains, Myths & Memories
