In the Beginning There Was Her

In the Beginning There Was Her

In the beginning there was her.

She was in her Coors Light T shirt.

I remember the air felt bright.

I wasn’t ready for the light.

I had once woken up just dead,

And now I was there in the bed.

My face, a violent shade of red.

And there he was, fields of knowledge,

Opened as he walked, a known collage.

Then care replaced life’s great barrage.

Another she was there, though I forget now.

Yet there is still a reason how:

When earth meets fire, you stand on it.

And then they came.

I remember how the woman felt.

The woman who no longer inhabits this earth,

Yet somehow still holds so many hearts.

Maybe every beginning already knows its ending.