A time capsule for the future describing humanity's journey to date. What will be our legacy?
From This Far Time is a labor of love. I envisioned it to be a poetry "time capsule" for future generations who might have some curiosity about the first part of human history. It would be impossible, of course, to include the whole of that story, so I've simply touched on significant events that have had an impact on my life and millions of others. This is my fiercest writing to date, taut and terse as bleached bones.
It's inevitable with the first part that someone will take umbrage on either side of the Creation/evolution debate; my view is that the two sides actually complement one another. Whatever your own concept of God...omnipotent or myth or not sure...our beginnings remain of deep interest. Personally, I think that this vast, complex universe is beyond knowing. We touch but the hem of its magnificence, its mysteries, in our strivings. That said, this work is written from what I've absorbed of the few things we think we know.
Explicit details of the Creation process itself are not written anywhere, nor are just how long six days were to God, who we're told dictated His books. Darwin kept good notes and wrote his own. Different texts, written for different times, different capabilities of mortal understanding, and lest we forget, both filtered through the frail human lens. As far as I can see, their stories don't clash. Just make six days last 2.5 billion years and there you have it...a vivid lesson in the virtue of patient observation and getting the details right, from both of them.
THE CRADLING WOMB
oh, it was no crusted, briny
necropolis, then, of scuttled yardarm
and mast, but the pitch
and yaw of cradling womb – those
billion years forming,
dream-breath on hold, hearts
idled down to a purr