Dancers in the Coil

helix of light and tree of life

One Singularity,  then word before language, a wobbly line,

A universe of light expanding, dark energy stretching –

We needed we,  needed dark to see light in space and time –

And we light our candles, take a breath from our kvetching,

We, time travellers in the constant light, remember it bends

Branches on that ancient tree of life, blessed of sacred soil,

All fire contains dust, all flame, but there is light alive in friends,

Dancers in the cones of light, in the helix, dancers of the coil.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch