going rogue
In this infinitely possible universe,
small cells grow into
mysterious and wondrous beings,
often unseen by human eye.
There is an intricate pattern,
an intelligent order,
cycles of birth and death,
decomposition and renewal.
On this planet,
something is always dying,
something always being born.
Seen and unseen,
cycles and organisms
live out their allotted spans.
Even when an upstart cell
goes rogue,
and throws into havoc
the life of its human host,
there is an order and design
to its relentless advance,
and to the impossible universe
it creates within.
On this planet,
truly anything
is possible.
Susan set us a wonderful challenge over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. In her Monthly feature First and Last Lines, she suggests we choose the last line of one of our recent poems and use it as the first line of a new poem. I chose yesterday's In the Infinitely Possible Universe, in which the last line is "in this infinitely possible universe".
