There it is, over there
on the shelf - 'Tea of Life.'
And to my right, a slow bug.
No matter that the snows are coming
to shut up the highways, or down, I suppose
Me, and the bug, and the Tea of Life.
My magazine speaks of ribosomes,
and ribbons of rna, the highways of life
bug-free for now, except this one on the wall.
A quiet symphony of molecular motion
moving at the speed of light, or life
and the bug moves silently out of view
Friday, February 23, 2007
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6 comments:
I loved this poem, it made me stop and think.
I read it through slowly taking in every word.
I shall be back to read more.
Annie
Thank you for dropping by, Steve.
I shall add you to my links.
Annie
i have great respect for bugs
(unless they're in my sleeping bag - but that's another story) :)
really like this
i love those moments when the trivial seems to shout out meaning
thank you
This is absolutely wonderful!
I'm off to read it again.
wow, steve!
this one says so much.
love it!
annie - so kind - thank you
floots - usually the bugs don't get much of a chance to hang around here - but it was a quiet moment - there's another one now...
queen neetee - thanks for the 'wonderful' :)
polona - thank you :):)
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