November PAD Chapbook ChallengeDay 14
FinitenessI looked into a human body;
into the spirals of our essence,
the sequences of letters, codes –
life spoken into our vessels.
I’ve learned we carry generations,
so many genes are still suppressed,
and we are just a combination
of genes not read and genes expressed,
which means we could be all Shakespeares,
Lorcas, Garniers of beaux arts;
we could be geniuses or heroes
or play the piano like Mozart;
we could run marathons for hours,
or sing like angels, dance like swans;
if only all the genes of ours
could be miraculously switched on.
We could know wisdom of the yore,
or have the bluest eyes of Newman’s;
but even though we could be more,
we never could be more than humans.