After All This – a poem by Marc Jansson

After All This

The earth was without form and an empty waste, and darkness was upon the face of the very great deep. The Spirit of God was brooding over the face of the waters.
—Genesis 1:2


In the midst of miracles
At this moment of sand
	The definitions and philosophies of stone
	The separation of bones and dust
	Of air from eyes
	The architecture of lungs in creatures and the lungs of earth.

In a sky 
	A universe, stuffed full of everything
At the beginning of love
	Of oneness
Just one moment ago.

Filling, filling, filling,

Stars and void
Molecules and sound,
The everything hidden inside everything, part of everything,
Connected in one way or another to everything else. 
	Pretend
	People that do not look like you 
	Are not like you.

Marc Janssen lives in a house with a wife who likes him and a cat who loathes him. Regardless of that turmoil, his poetry can be found scattered around the world in places like Pinyon, Slant, Cirque Journal, Off the Coast and Poetry Salzburg. His book, November Reconsideredwas published by Cirque Press. Janssen also coordinates the Salem Poetry Project, a weekly reading, the annual Salem Poetry Festival, and was a 2020 nominee for Oregon Poet Laureate. 

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