The stars shifted in the bucket as he tipped them out.
Shaking them gently, he released them from the pail.
They sang as they floated across deep space,
And puddled in clusters throughout the universe.
The Maker blew, and galaxies began to twirl,
Moving outward with his slightest breath.
He threw back his head and roared with joy; the heavens shook.
Whirligigs sparkled and spun across the cosmos –
Vast space between each spinning spiral.
Then a cartwheel or two.
And it was good.