Here I Stand...

I was there before the beginning

Before the conception of time and space,

when nothing was everything

and everything was nothing.

In vain I waited for you to materialize

from the ether of emptiness

But you never came.

So there I stood, waiting...

I was there at the beginning

At the conception of time and space

when everthing came from nothing.

I saw the sun, or that condescent

swirling cloud of dust that was

to be the sun.

I saw the earth, a miniscule ball

of molten, boiling, writhing anger

I was there when everything, but

you emerged from nothing.

So there I stood, waiting...

I was there at the edge of an

undulating mass of the pimordial ooze,

that sea of everything and nothing.

I saw pleaseasaur ribbon its long,

shiny, black body through the fathomless

depths of the sea

Searching, as was I, for something.

I saw stegasaur, that lumbering

hulk of muscle and scale

take its first precarious

steps onto land

looking, as was I, for something.

Every creature, but one-the one

I wanted, stepped forth

from that roiling soup.

But you never came.

So there I stood, waiting...

I was there when neanderthal

first discovered fire.

I saw that temptress dance

across the contours of his rough,

wind hewn face.

I saw his eyes sparkle as

he and I gazed longingly

into the yellow, red dancer's lair.

Both searching for something

or someone.

I stared and stared hoping

to catch the slightest glimmer

of your eyes.

But you never came.

so there I stood, waiting...

I was there when Egypt and Rome

first peeped their heads

from the cold ground surrounding their feet.

I was there as those stone goliaths, pyramids,

grew block by block

layer by layer

stretching, reaching, longing for heaven's basement.

Just as I longed for you.

I saw Rome's aquaducts,

seemingly endless terracota snakes,

slicing through the eons

blindly feeling for something.

Just as I searched for you

hoping you were searching for me.

But you never came.

So there I stood, waiting...

I was there when we almost killed

the human race, for the second time.

I stood at the entrance to Auschwitz

scanning the multitude of

worn, sullen,destitute face

hoping, praying you weren't there.

Thank God you weren't there.

So there I stood, waiting...

I am here.

In a cold place made of lifeless,

emotionless steal and glass.

I watched as heartless obelisks

devoured the cozy bricks of ancient

neighborhoods. Signaling the undaunted

march of father time.

His harried pace, defies his antiquated frame,

drains my fortitude.

but step for step

night and day

day in and day out

I will wait for you.

So here I stand, waiting...

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