extraordinary in ordinary
we have worlds within, and history recapitulated from prehistory and mimicked in our selves
how the single-cell precursor was attacked by some bacterium, swallowed it and kept the best bits for itself, played reassembly and brought out the mitochondria, worlds smallest batteries, infinitely (or just about) rechargeable, rebootable, refoldable,
how in the end it unspindles and we die
I love the imagery in this poem, “…we have worlds within.” It is amazing the ordinary that really is the EXTRAordinary…You break it down to the single cell. I love the concept and imagery in this poem. Great work!