A Creation Story

Crossing ocean, river, sea,
circling world, the deep, dark empty
abyss
how did I get here?

Here
where life is one big play
without director, musician or script write
I fumble along without lines
no black scratches on white
paper.

So I try
to move through space and time
scratching my story along invisible lines
Hoping
this story is part of the play
one note, one letter away
where director, musician and script write
will tie it together one day

One day at a time
One paper
One letter
one more step
and then I’ll enter

into abyss
the play that might exist.