Galaxies of
golden dragonflies
swirling over the well
Rain splashes through the new roof, geckos bark,
purple lotus closed in the bright morning, opens, then closes,
then opens.
Forty people walk the story, a
coiled path from big bang
to bacteria—candles and string drawing
freshly made space, feet
tracing times: through flowering plants
to faces
fins
fingers
finely woven
beginningless life
unraveling; perfect
center drops endlessly
leaning out
falling in