Groundstate

Just before He said, let there be anything,

I was sat in the box seats hoping that

it would be, well, you know, special.
I, we, we all, waited but He just

sat utterly still, for ages.

So, of course, we stayed still too but then

He uttered and the balloon went up!

Singular it was and so quick.

Birth to death and back again and again

in one mad rush. And the noise!

A poet, one of theirs, wrote of

‘creation’s fires’ and ‘eternity’
Waxed lyrical he did, but

missed the point, of course.

There, He’s energy, Here, He’s Soul;

that’s all there is you see