The sea sorting sand grains
by size and shape
into this beach we walk on.

The wind gathering loose
grains into high,
slow-cresting waves behind us.

The sun’s photons warming
wind and water,
the complex swirl of currents.

Matter’s slow compression
over eons
from gas and dust into stars.

The clench of gravity
driving fusion
in stars until they explode.

The drifting of atoms
to molecules;
oxygen, hydrogen, ice.

And molecules chaining
into proteins
and amino acids—cells.

The division of cells
into blood, flesh,
and the firm, round fact of us.

The pulses of current
through our axons
and dendrites—decision trees.

The syntax that brings us
here (and patterns
our faint footprints in the sand).


About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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