A New Made Thing for Leah

Every creative effort
Confounds the found and the new.
There never was a making
That wasn't a borrowing,
And there are no origins
Without other origins.
God has a belly button,

The primeval is ancient,
Yggdrasil was an acorn
That fell from something older.
The past is a new made thing
At every point, a collage
Of other points conjuring
Nothing, novelty, nonsense,

The three fates of creation,
For more backwards revision,
The magic that's not magic,
Rearrangements of stones, trees,
Skeletons, galaxies, thoughts
That today is a good day
For collecting heart-shaped rocks.