Perhaps this is all I want. To admit
my one hundred trillion cells each exists
in its own universe yet moves to fit
with other cells. How they wink-quick resist
gravity to divide and conquer (so
to speak), combine to form instant truces,
live well together as their numbers grow.
Attack insurgents without excuses.
Always respect nuclear families.
So how do I, collected mass of their
civilized societies, match such peace
and focused energy? Do they say prayers?
Throughout their days, as functions integrate,
reproduce, do they pause and meditate?
Roger Armbrust
September 8, 2010
