On Resubmitting Her Creation (Jennifer Semple Siegel)
While your critique, received posthaste, has deemed my work somewhat lacking, I, as creator, cannot allow such arch judgment and screed to pass without clarity.
Understand: I am no amateur – while my conception is not without design nor sly intent, it does honor responsibility.
No apology for shooting stars and gloryholes as metaphors.
For seed to root and flowers to bloom, creation requires a swarm, artfully cast.
A garden cannot depend on Adam and Eve alone.
Who will ignite the earth, arousing its bounty?
Should only birds soar and bees drone?
The common cockroach, slug, and fly have roles to play.
Hawks, buzzards, and ospreys consume the discarded dead.
Who will fill the seas with saltwater swimmers?
A pod of Whales, a school of fish, jellyfish, electric eels, eight-limbed octopi, and sand dollars will glide above the ocean floor – bypassing a frenzy of sharks – often escaping, often not –
Who will nurture the land and cleanse it of decaying debris?
The architect, without fault, must breathe life into all beings – seducers, too, must stir among innocents.
Light and Dark.
Life and Death.
Yet you dismiss my work with disdain.
No deity with a whit of respect would dare cut the detritus and free-ranging will of my children –
My friends – mirrors of muse, not critics.
In closing, I have subscribed to your cosmos since, well, eons ago, when it was minute – a speck in the vast void.
I carried your spark before it ever was or ever will be.
P.S. So a few details may have been overwrought. Therefore, I have deleted the dinosaurs and tweaked all that remains.