It wasn’t

then it was,

but no one saw.

 

It was dark,

then it wasn’t,

then it was, because day hadn’t come

and time hadn’t decided in which direction

it wanted to go, so light couldn’t exhibit the properties of

a wave, so it was dark, tenebraic and holy as a vigil,

and still no one could see.

 

Eventually, time settled into its forward momentum

adding dimension and weight and difference so things could be relative

or related, or distinct but intertwined, but optic nerves

were a bit too complex to weave

in the beginning, so

no one saw.

 

Eventually, after a drawn out but

logical series of events, particles passed through

irises of eyes still too poor to see the magnitude trying to greet them,

but they did. And it was a start.