The Epitome of Loneliness

I think the epitome of loneliness is God Himself,

a deity alone when the earth was without form, and void,

and darkness ruled, so lonely as to create, first,

seeking himself, light and dark, morning and evening,

dry land and the stars, plants and animals, signs and seasons,

days and years, a millennium beginning, and it was good,

but not enough, lonely still, something missing, amiss

amidst the beauty of this new art, so He next created

the birds and fish, fruitful and multiplying,

livestock and crawling things and all animals

of the earth, and it was good, yet, still incomplete,

lacking something, Himself, perhaps, someone like him

for company, to enjoy time with, someone to care for

in His loneliness, and theirs, something to complete Him

as the only one of His kind, this one deity alone

in the expanse called heaven, and so He created again,

in his own image, one from the other … and it was good.

These creations adorned His walls or were placed on the mantle

above His fireplace, stuck onto a shelf in His den,

slid between two others, gazed upon or read again,

performed over and over, emoting joy and sadness,

this creating of dreams and fictions brought to life,

bringing Him out from his loneliness, creating, thus, us.