I read recently that the purpose of life is to hydrogenate carbon dioxide. I was inspired to write a poem, a short one in keeping with the simplicity of the assertion:
It’s the bigness of clouds that gets me,
Great, relentless, unraveling bolls
Searching the smear of life beneath.
“We call this the Hydrogen Dance;
The clouds are coaxing Carbon from below.
When they find it, they will weep with joy.”
I sit, mouth agape, and wonder when they’ll find me.
exiles child 