Out of the Sea
wondrous stuff is happening
awash within a silent bay
a cell appears, divides
and life reflected in its mother home,
a tender hydra will eschew its rest
and for a moment
infant man will stand in awe
a billion years beyond
how many oceans, galaxies away
would/could replicate
or yet enhance the theme?
what shapes a final product
sniveling in its own completeness?
and where is that impatient mind
that will not ponder limits
to a diadem?
what even pushes us to question
what we cannot know?
Is life the ultimate creation--
for we bear within, an innate prejudice
and then the path of danger when
without is unapproached.
what is it to advance?
Is there desire to force our own mutation?
or will we lie fallow
letting change progress,
rising with the wind to follow joy?
ignoring metamorphosis beyond?
the choice is entropy.
forsight will always shine
upon a new division
where it lurks
beyond a footprint.
one obstreperous fork
to madden every zealous heart
and closeup looks reveal infinity
within/without
while chaos is the cause
for celebration.
who or what may limit
man's imagining?
and who will portion out
the better from the best?
it is an awesome choice
and history seduces
with its virtue and its folly.
but we are history as well,
etching our wisdom in encapsulated time,
ignoring deadlines' visionless decrees.
and where but from within
will stir that motivating force
that most of us call god?
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2012
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