Written for:  Margo Roby’s Poem Tryouts:  Image prompt

by Vladimir Kush

In the beginning,
parched lands cracked.
Earth dehydrated.
Then, a smoky sky 
darkened to black
soot, shot streams
of water that filled
cracks, and spilled
over the land. Earth lay
under water, no longer visible.

An unwieldy egg drifted
across the sky, and sank
to earth. The egg looked
around, decided it was
a good place to hatch.
After a loud rumble, the egg broke
in two. Sunbeams held
in the interior streaked
through the heavens, scattering
gray clouds that disintegrated.
People and land reappeared.
A lesson was learned. Too much
of one vision does not make
for a viable vista. The pickle
lay undisturbed in its rowboat.

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