Understanding
They wonder at my doubt
and laugh at my hesitation
-if they even care-
while they smile as if they understand the world.
Do they ever stop to consider
a feather floating by on the wind?
Can they tell me its weight,
the species of bird,
how long it's been separated,
where it's been,
or what it is -
every rung on the twisted ladder
of its genetic fingerprint,
every molecule, every atom,
and the forces that dictate its structure?
Somehow, I doubt it.
But this, as all else, they claim to understand.
22 December 2022
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2022
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