on a big secret
On the third day of creation eyes
Once before I was born I was a hoof
Music wasn’t created yet, but leaves were
Behind our perception of sky another sky, darker
Colors had not been born
Language was the last fire, the first smoke
Who came up with numbers? Well, it wasn’t God
We thought that pods and leaves and gold ran sideways
This could all exist in the imagination I know is just a gigabyte
You tell me what came first a kiss came first
Seeds can be deceptive
I didn’t exist on the first day I wasn’t there yet
In the beginning was not a beginning there was no beginning
a light
from the top of the darkness something cracked
it was Black Friday
something spilled
Kathy Evans, from Sausalito, California, is the author of three books of poetry. She has been published in many journals and West Coast Reviews, including The Alaska Review, the Atlantic Review, California Quarterly, Black Bear Review, Runes, Oberon, and others. She teaches Creative Writing at Juvenile Hall in Marin County, and at several colleges in the Bay Area-San Francisco State University, The College of Marin, an at the University of San Francisco; she also teaches through The California Poets-in-the-Schools program, and at UCSF in the Children’s Benioff Children’s Hospital.. Her three collections of poetry include: Imagination Comes To Breakfast, As The Heart Is Held, and Hunger and Sorrow, which was the winner the Small Press Poetry Prize.