I am a person-
That is, a human being
Homo sapiens sapiens.
A code of chemical intricacies
Oxygen, carbon, nitrogen, and hydrogen
Which were fused and hammered into shape
By the universe's blacksmiths that
Twinkle in the heavens,
Bigger than a hundred Earths
Yet smaller than a pinhead, and
Kept from collapse only by
Abstract impossible forces
That hold the universe together:
Cosmic duct tape.
And amidst it all
I am fingers dancing across piano keys
Rhythmic footfalls on the trails of Umstead Park
A stack of unread books that dwindles by the day.
I am a person. That is, if nothing else,
Poetry. There's a reason
They call it
AN: Thanks ever so much for reading! Reviews very much appreciated.