by Anonymous
A Life of Sand
An old hand hovers above the sand.
Parchment skin, pronounced veins.
The hand descends.
And meets the sand.
Grabbing, collecting, holding.
Both the hand and the sand rise.
Birth.
The grains of sand slowly come together.
Molded into an intricate shape by the hand.
Youth.
The shape abides, young and proud.
A stretching hand, with a shape in its palm.
Age.
Grains of sand passing through fingers.
The shape eventually turns shapeless.
Demise.
The last grain falls back into nothingness.
An old hand hovers above the sand.
Zooming In... And Out Again
The foundation.
Quarks.
Mathematical models and elementary particles.
Color codes complemented by probability’s power.
Electrons
Dancing, swerving, swiveling. Uncatchable.
Flitting in and out of reality’s realm.
Protons and neutrons.
Huddled together in an intimate embrace.
Giving birth to the core of all things known.
Atoms.
Forged by forces strong and weak.
Destruction and creation as one.
Molecules.
Always moving, working, changing nature.
Modern-day alchemists. Masters of marvel.
Cells.
Multi-purpose factories making complexity.
Two faces. The one and the many.
Organisms.
Swimming, crawling, flying, running, being.
Seeing, feeling, living, learning, loving.
Earth.
Nourishing mother, under perpetual attack.
Pain and joy, revolving through light and dark.
Solar System.
One light bringer, nine large recipients.
Many more small, circling one and all.
Galaxy.
Numerous bright lights in darkness.
Several shapes creating celestial glory.
Galaxy Cluster.
Increasing light and increasing dark.
Heterogeneity after the initial spark.
Universe.
Born from nothing, expanding infinitely.
One of Many? Yet containing all.
