Creation of Adam

A gentle draft and You appeared, Almighty!

Our fingers barely touched. You said, “Arise!”

I gazed at you with then still frozen eyes,

drew in a breath (a breath!) and trembled slightly.

A man without a past is but a ghost.

Thus I awoke to life in mild delusion.

Thus wakes a dreamer, smiling in confusion,

attempting to recall the dream he lost.