The Origin of the First Born
Terry Baker
printed on Giclée Epson Semi-Gloss
I pressed the palms of my hands against my eyes until they hurt and out of the pain appeared the first formless shadows. These swiftly took the form of bubbles and within those fragile membranes I saw lights of many colours, phosphenes, flashing on and off.
Some took clearer shape against my distressed retina, nameless things that floated in their liquid confines. One rapidly expanding bubble detached itself from the rest and I saw within it the shape of a glowing foetus, a new life emerging from the screen of my pressured eyes. The origin of the first born.
