She reclined against the craggy rocks
And inhaled the blue of the sky
Into the famished pores of her skin,
Feeling a pressure build
From within the deep well
Of the inpenetrable forest of her being.
When the sky finally surrendered the sun,
And cradled its reflective counterpart high above the earthly plains,
The dome of heaven found itself
Pregnant with stars and unseen celestial forces.
So she sipped once more from the light and dark above,
And set loose a geyser from between her solid, muscled legs,
Releasing entire frog ponds
From her insides.
She emptied flowing rivers and lakes from the bowl of her womb,
And exhaled algae, glimmering fish scales and water-smoothed stones.
She became everything for a split second
And embodied the Mother of All.
She flooded the world about her
In lily pads,
And a laugh that devoured all barren voids,
Leaving nothing behind
But an abundance of spendour
On the dew-drenched rocks.