Monday, April 08, 2013

Day 8: "The minute you begin to do what you really want to do, it's really a different kind of life." Buckminster Fuller


My “little eye” whispers from the backseat
what he wants to see closer—his skin cells
dancing around, forming a barrier
between what is inside his seven-year-
old body and all that pushes from outside.

Under a microscope, blood cells look like
little inner tubes,
I say and he smiles.
But even without the device I know
he already knows microscopy:
the art of looking closely with eyes
and the vast territories of the mind
and heart.  It is our sweet inheritance—

this walking a path strobbed with light
ith a need to look into the clear water
until we can see what others cannot:
the treasure of jeweled diatoms that has
populated it all along.

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