Divine Dance

I want to
snap my fingers and
ribbons of creation join and part and join together.

Listen.

I desire to whisper to you like the
cosmic background radiation that proves
all is not empty, some shadowless void.

Turn.

I burn to spin and pull you in like fragments of dense matter
Galaxies and stars and their trains,
Planets and atoms and

Those fundamental laws that hold it all together.

Fall.

Breathless.

Through breaking voids,

Crack
Break
Shatter
firmaments and layers and substrata of will and thought and time.

Reach out with a single, confident hand.

Stand.
Wait.
Still.

For me
To come
to you.