Stale moldy Kaiser roll

 

hole chipped into

by hungry birds

softens in the rain

 

Perelman’s poem “China”

published in the magazine Soup

(later in the book Primer)

created more space

for me as a reader

than any poem

I’d ever read before

My “Big Bang” of poetry 

 

Let’s say a fire started.

Building burned down.

Someone/something

ignited the fire.

Let’s say the universe

exploded into existence,

space I’m living ingrowing into being.

Someone/something

set off the explosion.

But who or what

sparked that someone

or something

into being?