Becoming (or maybe "Birthing Story")
Four days of prompts. My head was in the stars, I think seeded by photo #12 prompt. Each prompt has taken me down an extraterrestrial, philosophical path. After highlighting my best lines I crafted this. I’m not sure what this is, or f it makes sense. I had no title and then while posting here added two possibilities..
We grow as a constellation of cells,
seeds of now at the heart of beating
descending as cloud, ghost vapor.
Like sun and moon
we do not rise and set
for it is our turning into and away,
turning from dark toward light,
beginning again and again,
alpha and omega alpha and omega
we are mature specks of the universe
quickly becoming the past
through that gentle hum of moving time