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Impromptu Earth

(x = space)



Impromptu Earth


What is needed

For the timing, Lord?

Order or chaos

Either has its charms

The opposite of order

Is nihilo


Creation can be wild,

Order can go crazy,

Chaos the odd anchor

Keeps us safe


Is it a magic thing

Or science?

These and more

Are real


We need chaos

God allows:

Sarah laughing

When a pregnancy announced,

Leaving fire

Or clouds to show the way,


Ravens bringing bread

So the prophet lives

To challenge bastions



To the r.s.v.p.,

Jesus cooking fish

At the shore


I know the void

You know

We call it chaos

In translation

Maybe there are biases


Maybe like weekly money

We children benefit

From allowances


From contraries

That complement

Our sure things and

Our mysteries


C L Couch



Photo by Nikolay Hristov on Unsplash


Stopwatch for Genesis

Stopwatch for Genesis

(1 January 2020)


How do Arabs count the new year

How do Jews

How does China of

A billion tens of fingers?

How do those who know only seasons,

Who count days as

One traversal of the sun,

Then of the moon?

A change of feeling in the year

To favor birth or harvest?

It would be fair of all of them

To ask of us

The people of the nanosecond

Why there is counting and, once-measured,

Presumption to ownership


How does God who with better reason

Owns the days count them?

We guess a lot about this

A day

A day that is an age

I don’t think God can be bound

Held by our computing

Any more than the bars of an abacus

Should make a cage

Or calculators calibrated to electrocute

(maybe watch out for

servers serving)


There is even scandal in census-taking

For the king rather than the nation

It’s in the Chronicles and Samuels

People dying for

The autocrat’s close ticking


Now’s a fine and healthy time for remembering

God’s of chaos, too

And if we want, if we will

We can be held ourselves

(by God or ourselves)

To keep it either way


C L Couch



Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

hide and seek


x + y + z + 1

x + y + z + 1


The multiverse

Who knows

Maybe this


Scientific imagination

Each choice spins out into a paradigm

With teeth

So that we have

In reasoned chaos

The universe of possibilities


Everything we think of

Dream of

Find in nightmares

Has happened somewhere

And is happening


A tongue to invoke

There is paradox

Irony in Oppenheimer

The godhead cited


Now we destroy the worlds

We cannot make

Heroes, villains

Inside tethered minds


C L Couch



Image Credit: CC BY-SA 2.0 NottsExMiner


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