Little Big Bang
What a divine morning to rest my ancient cheeks on a cow-poo-stained sandy creek bank, where looking down I see a mirrored image of another dimension.
Then, placing a small pebble between two fumbling fingers, I wave my hand and release my powers. My Little Big Bang starts with a splash, sending ripples across my cosmos creek.
I watch for a long minute as life unfolds in front of my eyes, the ripples rolling further and further away from the epicenter until nothing remains but the reflection of another dimension.
I conclude that I have managed to create something out of nothing, feeling quite smug about my accomplishment until my cell phone rings and a loving, sweet voice says, "Honey, don't forget you promised to mow the yard when you get home."
21 July 2014