Tom Fate's latest, a travel memoir, is "Not only 'a journey into space,' as Nelle Morton once wrote, 'but a journey into presence.' Not tours, but unmarked detours. Detours of intention, which can be read two ways: sometimes I chose the route, but more often it chose me."
Reading this poem, let the syllables, as the act of Creation, roll over you. Abstract and concrete, emotional and rational, evocative and literal, consider with the poets all that was created those "first days."