From the primordial ooze
the beings emerged
single cells
to slowly growing
complicated creatures
emerging from oceans
walking on land
four feet to two
our evolution sits inside our cells
our connection to it all
the deep ocean
the shore
the forests of our origins
the wide open plains
each cell
a pattern
a part of the whole
and from those parts
we learned
to communicate
our grunts
turned to words
these fragile spidery
writings
inscribed
first with paint
on cave walls
then paper
and now
binging, chirping
flashing across our screens
yet still
on paper
from mouth
from mind
that rose from the primordial ooze
gaining a voice
and so we find our own
each individual
the cadence of our speech
the words we choose
the flow
so modern, so versatile
pen to paper
computer
book
but deep down the dark
the mystery
the fathoms beneath the sea
a part of our voice
rises from there
the flecks of the algae
the deep sea light
the black space
where life emerges
deep in our brains
where our ideas form
where words
come skipping, dancing somedays
sluggish and slow on others
to place on paper
on computer
in the flow of the story unfolding
or a poem
racing across the page
we are finding our voice
true to us
as it has arisen
from our lives
and the years, the decades, the eons before we lived
our voice connected to
the deeper pulse of life
rising from the sea
rising from our center
finding our voice within
knowing its roots
go deeper
than ourselves
back to the primordial ooze
and then speaking out
knowing our words touch others
or simply release
that feeling inside us
so we find our voices
deep inside
the depths of the sea
the ancient’s cave
lit by light
the written, spoken word
in poems, in books
the whisper to a lover
the lullabies to a child
the emphatic statements of a politician
our many voices merging
speaking our truths
hovering here on the edges of our lips
on the tips of our pen
in the flashing cursor of the computer
hovering expectant full
finding our voice.