The 30th (and final) Global Poetry Writing Month prompt challenged me to write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact.
I picked the last two sentences from Chapter 24 of Bill Bryson’s book, A Short History of Nearly everything. At the end of page 415, he wrote, “It cannot be said too often: all life is one. That is, and I suspect will forever prove to be, the most profound true statement there is.”
et nos unum sumus
Life
Life is
All life is
All life is one.
Cells.
Just one. Or many.
DNA and all that
One. All one. All life.
Look and see.
Germs to grass to trees,
Animals, birds, fish, and
We’re all one, all related.
Practical profundity,
Quintessential cousintry,
Uncle monkey’s nephew
The lion with the lamb.
All from the same space dust,
Them, you, me; all of us,
Will wonder never cease?
So little difference, you from me.
(Bill Reynolds, 4/30/2018)
Look both ways — know we are not alone.
Mind the gaps, so you can fill them with love.
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OMG you knew I was gonna love this one!!! The mystic in me is crying “YES, YES!” Fantastic ending to an amazing month of creativity!!😁 Bravo!
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Wow. Thank you, Sue. Happy that the mystic is pleased.
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Lovely.
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Thanks. We made it. Yay.
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I’ve enjoyed all 30 poems in this series, Bill. This is one of the best–thoughtful and touching, a true grand finale.
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Thank you, Marilyn.
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I loved that. I have this lil thing on a collage, cut out from a high school lit mag, quote of a classmate, “Life is because death is not.” Always loved that, too. ‘Cept, what do we know of death? Maybe it’s life too, because all connected.
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