Do You Recognize This Poem?

I found this in an file, dated 4/2014, along with a lot of potential edits, the full text Genesis: I 1-27, and A LOT of notes on those passages.  I have no memory of the how and the why, if I wrote this or I was just playing around with someone else’s stuff, but it sure looks like I was toying with trying to turn the creation myth into a love poem.  I’m feeling pretty old, finding something I’m not sure that I wrote or not. A google search doesn’t cause me to suspect it isn’t mine, but….anyone recognize it?

In The Beginning

move as a wind the heavens and the earth
set fires in the dome of the sky
to give light upon the earth
to gather together formless void and darkness:
morning, the second day
beneath the ark of the mists called Sky
yielding seed, and fruit trees of every kind is flying creeping

make it good if there was light, make it you
fruitful and multiplying
the image of you.