The Surface of the Last Scattering
Poem - by Maija Haavisto
the first session took me
back to the womb
frankly, it did not help much
I asked her to take me further
wars and horsecarts
bulbous oil lamps turned into
wooden torches flickering
on stone and rock
she asked if I felt better
I asked how far back
I could go
I swung in trees and grew gills
until I was just a single cell
enjoyable, but still
left me yearning
I went back to the beginning
into the void
but found it too empty
but then, photons discovered
atoms to rest in
and there was light
stars, mitochondria, culture and
central nervous systems
were just needless burdens
long before galaxies
there was light
and finally, I was light