Before there were rivers
there was this amniotic fluid
called the Ocean of Life.
We all came from her womb,
expressed ourselves in her wake,
like micro-plankton stretching our legs.
We voyaged to Earth’s edge
where the firmament and the void
spiraled in speckles of blue and gold.
We could see the star-paths
where we once came from, and
called the journey forward, home.