by Ian Martinez
They say it was a void,
That in the beginning there was nothing until God filled it,
I marvel at a being so powerful it could fill something with no walls,
No edges,
No cycles to mark day from day.
It’s splendid nonsense,
Beautiful fallacy;
Voids must be surrounding by things,
Holes require objects to exist in.
Nothing begins that is not already bound by time.
I wonder if that isn’t the definition
Of God, even:
Our attempt to fill a void
That can’t be filled
Because it never existed in the first place.
Ian Martinez is co-slammaster of Rain City Poetry Slam and a two-time National Poetry Slam representative. You can visit Rain City every Wednesday at 8pm in Capitol Hill.