Creations and the creators

Theories and speculations bound
About some thing that happened
Billions of years ago
When the universe was apparently created
Or
Millions of years ago
When the spark of life ignited
or
Even thousands of years ago
When god created Adam and Eve
And gave man the power
To rule the earth, the sky and the ocean.

Inside a really old extra large pond
Larger than the largest aircraft carrier
A miniscule fish speculates
About the person who dug the pond
And seeded the fish and why.

I wonder more about
The creations people do every day
The poets, the musicians, the painters
The scientists, the engineers and the cooks
The force that drives them to create
The pain of giving birth
And the patience for nurturing it
And the determinatin for protecting it
From an early demise

I wonder about
The talent that gets wasted
Due to lack of education, scope and support
Or just misdirected adventure into nowhere
Or just inertia of not doing any thing
but becoming normal human beings
The consumers.

Creation
An incessant current
flowing from odd places
From the mind of nuts,
Ugly, sick, bipolar or depressed human beings
Or just weird mad artists or scientists
A flow that they can not control
But produce and produce
Until they are summoned by the creator
To come home.