Denise Walsh (read by Julie Larson)
Mist surrounded mountainsat creation’s dawn,
what lies concealed beneath your veil?
The mystery of the making
before the eyes of awareness open,
before the moment the word is made light
Teeming primordial soup
stirred in primeval calderas
What strange organic brew awaits
the unwary world?
What life stirs beneath this gauze
poised to crawl upon terra firma
for the first time?
Silence, soon to be broken by
the choiring of multitudes