26 January 2017 § Leave a comment
In the morning, I watch
the sun rise over my coffee cup;
steam dances with tiny sun motes,
If I were the sun, I would
catch each intellectual thought,
run my beams over scattered articles
from tired minds –
Nature methods, Science, Developmental Cell –
and touch tiny samples spread along the bench
200µL of DNA in water, 10X buffer.
I would cherish these things.
I am learning that
The Government is not the sun.
The Cabinet is not the sun.
The Press Secretary is not the sun.
The First Family is not the sun.
The President is not the sun.
Weather does not follow politics.
In the morning, I inhale
steam dancing over my coffee cup.
I am aware,
to cherish the cells and nature and DNA.
The President cannot legislate love.