Verb

In the beginning
was the Verb,
daring grace
without a do-er.
The question is,
if no God ever said
Let there be light,
wouldn't this all have
happened anyway?
Let there be no noun
but fire, a breast
of becoming,
mothering brilliant shadows.
Let there be You,
purest act of mirroring,
astonishing your way
through the swirling navel
of causeless joy.
You the entangled womb
filled with moons and dolphins.
You, the swimming itself,
neither milkmaid nor pitcher,
only the pouring
without a brim
for this cauldron of stars,
your body.