The atoms that make me up

once came from the sky, the earth,

the air, from animals and plants.

 

Ancient, scattered, coming

together to form this thinking,

feeling animal—me—that ponders

my composition from such stuff,

until the atoms part their way

again to re-form in other things

and shape up another creature

still wondering about the atoms

that makes soul and being itself.

 

29/10/2021