For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt
The prompt words were:
INSPIRE | NIGHT | MIND | NEAR | WANT
What inspired the mind
That worked the night and moulded space,
Sculpted the cold and made a world?
What power there was in breath,
Heavy with a thousand gases,
Bright with the fizzing lights of fission and fusion,
To produce the ever-swelling ocean,
That rolls to the edge of eternity and beyond.
Was it desire to create a masterwork,
Or was it simply the need to be?
Not enough to be the dark,
The pulsing nothingness of the void,
Not enough to feel the cold, bitter and unchanging,
Not enough to be the only thing.
I, though, hold a daisy in my hand,
Delicately, between forefinger and thumb,
Close enough to see the yellow flecks of dusty pollen
While the dripping globes of last night’s rain
Shine bright as any star.
Did you not know that this was enough?
While you howl in some black hole,
Some brilliant nursery of new stars,
An explosion, implosion, radiating pulsar,
Among the fierce, unknowable colours of your space garden,
I watch the rain fall upon the daisies.