Life Finds A Way
for Ian Malcolm
You understood the mistake was not the sowing;
a seed cannot stay itself spreading arms into sun.
Amber in palm: another promise of grain to reap.
The ploughman disciplines his crops into furrows,
harrows the clay sod smooth—how the miracle
of birth is tempered by rule. The lie of the old book:
creation begets control, breath is given to dust.
Unawed, you knew. How dogs casually choose
to turn from leash. Nobody decides to live
before living first. They lived. Life iterates.
Unyielding and wild. Snowflakes on a window,
each untwinned. A mosquito flaps feebly. A storm.
By Jerome LimQLRS Vol. 16 No. 3 Jul 2017
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