The Accumulation of me

The accumulation of me

Hanging from life's scaffold, drifting back…

To the tree and then from tree to seed. The seed

Takes me to the warm, wet earth; to ferns

Chomped by the powerful jaws of giant reptiles

And eventually to the mother, the sea...

When they cut me down they wanted me to believe

The blue fairy had saved me. I stood firm -

Felt my feet in the earth of a million years ago,

The remains of the sea in the tears that welled -

I am not a product of the waved magical wand

But of the complex artistry of the double helix.

Life did not come cheaply, not for the seed

Nor the tree, not for the plankton

Nor the first pulse of the original single cell.

All steps on the evolutionary journey

To the point where I am able to maintain the place I am

By standing proud on my own two feet.