Time

You were there before the sun rose.

You were there when the edge of darkness turned from black to indigo.

You were there brooding on the waters

When the immortal intelligence summoned the light.

But, it didn’t come the way we thought it would.

It wasn’t a sudden bursting of the flame of a supernova

Or a new star on the horizon.

It came gentle.

Just a hint at first.

An idea lurking behind the eyes,

Teasing at the edge of the brain.

It sent out threads of luminescence

Starting at the violet end of the spectrum.

Such a deep violet it almost wasn’t there,

A bruise blossoming on the skin of night.

It sighed as the other colours edged into the upturned indigo bowl.

And then as the poet declared:

It “flung the stone that put the stars to flight.”