Take a deep breath,
at least one of the molecules entering your lungs came from Caesar's last
breath. Enrico Fermi
There will still be a place for me amid the inorganic and
the inanimate
Taking part in the complex cycles of the atmosphere here on
earth
Cycling with the moon as she waxes and she wanes
Flowing with the tides in steady and peaceful respirations
Falling with the gentle rain from clouds of mist above the
valleys
Crashing on a rocky shore with no one there to see
Carried upon the wind that always blows across the southern
ocean
Inhaled by the plants in one form and respired in another
Circulating deep within the ocean around the globe for many
centuries
Exposed with the dancing motes of dust backlit by a shaft of
sunlight
Thrust up with the mountains built during vast tectonic
plate collisions
Flowing with many different rivers through long
inter-glacial epochs
Glowing with the northern lights in the star-filled
Antarctic sky
Part of me in the rolling dawn and sunset that travel around
the world
Ingested by the plant eaters and left behind to nourish
wildflowers
Breathed in by living organisms to become part of them as
well
Reacting in the upper atmosphere with the sunlight that
sustains
Escaping into the quieter reaches where the planet’s gravity
is not measured
Subducted down below the earth’s crust to flow up again with
the liquid magma
Part of some few molecules in certain raindrops of every
passing storm
Refracted briefly in a rainbow visible from one empty spot
on the desert floor
Locked for centuries in the bogs or for millennia in coal
deposits
Merging with the sun when it grows to claim us in its old
age
Rippled by the passing of the cosmic background energy
Falling as snow and merging with the icecap for a thousand centuries
Rising with the smoke of countless burning fires
Riding with the earth around the sun, through the milky way,
across the universe
Part of the biology of your sorrow and the chemicals
released in your laughter
In one layer of stone finally exposed once more to the
morning’s light
Helping conduct the voices of the birds and the calling of
the insects
Freezing up as winter darkens, gliding down with the falling
leaves
Blind chemicals from me reacting in someone’s creation of a
work of genius
Consciousless but swirling, in those patterns perceived only
by the living
Busy with the cycles of the inorganic and the radiations of
the life force
Part of me was part of them and will be part of you as well
as all of this
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