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1481: Origin | Sarah Lindsay

Sarah Lindsay

The first cell felt no call to divide.
Fed on abundant salts and sun,
still thin, it simply spread,
rocking on water, clinging to stone,
a film of obliging strength.
Its endoplasmic reticulum
was a thing of incomparable curvaceous length;
its nucleus, Golgi apparatus, RNA
magnificent. With no incidence
of loneliness, inner conflict, or deceit,
no predator nor prey,
it had little to do but thrive,
draw back from any sharp heat
or bitterness, and change its pastel
colors in a kind of song.
We are descendants of the second cell.

On this day in...
2011: "Lead" by Mary Oliver
2010: "Catch a Body" by Ilse Bendorf
2009: "she being Brand" by e.e. cummings
2008: "The States" by George Tsongas

We can/rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,/wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up/a prototype right now, that burning ball/of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything/we dream the morning after, even if we fall/into the sea—we are boats, remember?


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 19th, 2012 08:22 pm (UTC)
This is lovely.
Jun. 19th, 2012 09:27 pm (UTC)
Fascinating, thank you ;)
Jun. 20th, 2012 11:24 pm (UTC)
Jun. 27th, 2012 09:00 pm (UTC)
Last line <3
Aug. 15th, 2012 04:04 am (UTC)
I am fascinated by the idea of stagnation without imbalance. I love this poem.
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