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 cycles to mark day from day.
It’s splendid nonsense,
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.