at the edge of eternity

at the edge of eternity

on a planet far away
a young girl finds a soft rock

she presses a finger into the dark
density   a sound of a baby bird’s rick-ick-ick
comes from this clay

she turns the rock   presses again
imprints her thumb   her breath

a longer sound   emerges
as if inside
a blue being moves   a newborn

as if the dark whispers a secret
somewhere clouds become the sky
they shape a smile across white horizon

an orange sun sits atop the left corner
of the blue sky’s smile

a blue heron’s wings   mistaken for dried leaves
float   at the edge of eternity