I haven’t written a poem in a while, but a combination of what’s been going on in the world recently and my psychology studies brought this together for me: we’re really just a bundle of nerve endings and electricity, of muscles and bones and chemicals, and somewhere beneath all of that, our thoughts, our loves and hates, our fears and hopes – our soul.
Place them all ‘neath a microscope one
by one. Beyond differences,
an assault of similarities:
kidneys, lungs and heart. Further in, a
twisting acid helix underwrites
an interplay of the invisible.
Search a spangled web
of brain tissue to try and find
where thoughts are born,
where they think they’re going to and
what they want to make them do.
Beginning or ending, an inability to untangle:
neuron billions sprout limbs that intertwine,
latticework branches hurtling electricity—
choking one another even as thoughts
begin somewhere beyond knowing
in the darkness before consciousness.
Mechanical processes spark forth words
and clenched fists, writing
in unseen molecules, our humanity
while along we do not know, cannot see,
growing a world of forests and
within us all — a fragmented tree.