Way Back Then

Way, way back then
For some unfathomable reason
That teeny-tinest
Anomaly  popped up and

Boom!  Light and space
Began.  Before that, I guess,
Was only lightless, spaceless,
Endless infinite Nothing and then

Boom! Light and space, 
Cosmic time hitching a ride.
Sometime later, six cosmic
Days, perhaps, and then

Boom! Maybe something like
A recognizable  cosmos:
Gas whirling, galaxies stirring,
Stars twirling, from which emerging

Boom!  Planets and all the doodads
And whinging things that 
Inhabit the near and far, setting
Into proximate motion the forces,

Bang! which birth our precursors,
Then us.  Maybe the Cosmos
Planned it out.  Maybe not,
We won’t know for sure

In this life, maybe in the next
One. But what really interests me,
Right now is not that 
We are here but that,

Tick-tick, when did time
Start unwrapping?  Not at that
First Boom!, because without
Counting could it be time?  And

Tick-tock, with some end point,
What’s the point of counting?
So maybe time didn’t start until
Dressed by God’s grace, the two

Tippy-toed out the garden pass the
Gates’ guardian to start the exiled
Life, where upon they then
Started to count, realizing

Slam-bam, that somewhere, or when,
The counting would stop.  Meanwhile,
We descendants keep trying to find the 
Garden gate, and to assuage the firey 
Seraph, and enter and end exile, and stop
The cosmic clock tick-tock, and, at last,
Rest easy.  Rest easy.