This is the beginning;
the last gasp is the first breath
taken when we crawled from out our salty womb
and claimed the land for our own.
The band strikes the first messy chord,
all squeaks and stutters,
but soon there will be music
thrumming through the bones of the earth
Here is where it starts;
at the terminal point –
what you think of as the last declarative punctuation
is only a question mark that lacks a curve.
Sarah ChristianScher is a poet trapped inside the body of a biologist. Her poetry has appeared in Dark Ink: A Poetry Anthology Inspired by Horror, Like A Girl: Perspectives on Feminism, and Short Poems Ain’t Got Nobody to Love. She has also been featured on the Silver Birch Press poetry blog, Voicemail Poems, and as Moon Tide Press Poet of the Month. To catch a glimpse of Sarah in her natural poetic habitat, find her at the Two Idiots Peddling Poetry open mic in Orange, California.