Molecules/fables

There is a very real stream that flows from the beginning of life to now

In a warm little pond some cell split in two and each of the children took their grand inheritance that was a small sack of fluid to keep alive the molecular stories that their ancestors learned

Long after, something heaved itself from the maternal waters and onto the mud

Mothers wrapped their babies to keep them wet, to allow them to collect themselves, to allow the fables that their ancestors passed down to instruct the matter within into a new form

I came from the waters of my own mother and our long story sings through my veins

I look around and see all the different ways that story’s being told

Life makes the rocks and the air and the water breathe and scream and sing

We don’t just wake up the Earth, we are the Earth waking up

How many other worlds have woken up? And how many ways are there to be awake?