The Rootabagan Creation-Myth

Time was, Time itself

was all curled up around inside itself,

like nectar in a flower.

And there it lay dreaming,

an age and a day.

Till along one day  dropped by

the sweetly silent, slyly smiling

honeybumble mumblebee:

and It

did sip

from that deep cup.

Then, Forth

from the flowerfolded   gentle-petaled

bud of All that Is,

came  tumbling & rumbling

a fanfare from the Horn of Plenty --

moonstones, sunbeams,

tinymice and bunny-babies,

stems - stalks - stars - storks

taffycats and caterpillars

on and down and out and

being born,   being born,

being born …