This is

the still point, before the starting gun sparks,
the shimmer of a diamond, frolicking in light,

God’s forefinger reaching out to Adam’s,

 or

the exquisite hand of a baby, unfurling her grasp,
showing us the work was good,

and

on the final day of creation, World Peace,

when the clock clunks on to twelve, and starts again from 0.