Death of a speck,
Gone in a sec—
The bright white streak
Of a false star
Trailed in the lens.
Why can’t our eyes
See more? Will they,
One day? Up high,
Free of life’s grasp,
Free of cell walls,
Not forced to sieve
Most of the world
From all its fine
Hints, tints, and trails?
No, no. They won’t.
We see at all
Thanks to cell walls,
Chains life linked up
Right from life’s start.
We’ve had to make
These tools that see
More world for us,
Tools that can’t die—
Last hope for us.
Saturday, February 6, 2021
Cell Walls
