We

We are many
Generations old
Memories carried
From our beginning
Tens of thousands of
Years ago hidden in our
Cells survivors from hostile
Species even aberrant strains
Of protein molecules ever evolving
Even slouching in our comfy chair
TV remote in hand cold drink or
Cup of tea or coffee close by
Yawning wiggling our toes
Complacent conquerors
Of our environment but
Unaware we are on a
Course to stars and
Galaxies we can’t
Imagine but will
Win 8 to 5 or
Less with
Flextime
Destiny
Awaits
For
Us.
I
Do not
Know why,
Perhaps the
Symmetry
Behind a
Chaos
Has a
Sense
Of humor.