In the beginning
Mere sustenance was an afterthought
Beside that river and under that sky
Each day we conquered all

The tides responded to his words
The clouds to the whims of his breath
The pace of his outstretched arm measured
The ascent of the sun and the moon

I – affecting nothing and no one
A reluctant bearer of truth
Just sat and heard him speak
Fearful of his touch

How well he could see the stars
But didn’t account for their delayed sparkle