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The Origin of Origami

Terri Minami

Robert A. Fink

The Origin of Origami

                                    In memory of Terry Minami

After the Creator evicted his tenants,
after the gate clanged shut and the six-winged angel,
his fire-tempered sword, imparted extinction,
the nameless creatures remained queued up
for Adam’s laying on of hands and appellation,
now only wadded drafts displaced in God’s wastebasket.

What poet could save them with words?
What breathing into clay could re-mold these shapes,
unfolding dust and ashes, onion skin and rags?
No seeing it Good, no sinew and bone.
How could they be called?

Did Adam plead for these he left unfinished,
rushing to the woman’s call, forgetting God,
the creatures waiting to know themselves
Blunt-toothed Giant Hutia, Camelops,
Capromeryx, Caribbean Ground Sloth?

Did Eve, mother acquainted now with Birth
and Death, woo the angel and slip past blade
and with her earth-stained fingers, fold and
crease and lift, and, laughing, reclaim
Spectacled Cormorant, Guadeloupe Parakeet,
Cuban Red Macaw, Dusky Seaside Sparrow?

Terri at glass case library