Civilization Of Colors Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Today
In the beginning
There was a vagueness
Everywhere.

Then little by little
A thin mist
Veiled
Started to form.

And
In as direct proportion
A whitish color that
To twilight turned

And then to red
Then
Subsiding from a deeper red
To a pale yellow turned
With shadows of green.


In the harbor of
Civilization the masts
Of the vessel began
To dangle here and there
Pendulum like and restless

There was a quickening
A quickening of the All
I felt it
All felt it
Touched it with the hand

It was first a horse
Of clay that turned to
Bronze
Then three orphans hand
In hand
Weeping and walking.


Ah! civilization then
In this rare day
Had its pyramid in
Statues:
Masterpieces whose
Genesis
Was vagueness first
Then
A little whitish mist.
Yes.