“One must imagine Sisyphus happy”
Seedling drifts downstream through the estuary
Will to power at the whim of happenstance, she’s not entirely unlike you
If she reaches the ocean, the ocean will consume her
No thought to distract her will, and within her a common desire
Desire to live, desire to grow, desire to be as she is
She will never attempt to know her genealogy, for she knows all of her family exist within her here now
Everything she will ever be and all she will ever need is within her here now
The first of her species, a simple genetic mutation gives her offspring the capacity for global prosperity
Whether the world will ever know her kind depends on how the water moves on this particular day
All her potential rides the current of here now
From a warm little pond
Comes a bored little yawn
As Dawkins asks Darwin
'how was life spawned?'
Mother nature just laughs
As she peals off her mask
"It's not ‘how,’ ‘when,’ or ‘where’
‘WHY’ IS WHAT YOU SHOULD ASK!”
Seedling's journey lays her on the bank where she's loosely planted in the shade
She experiences the same time and space that you do
Takes weeks for her fragile figure to rise from the mud
She experiences the same will to live that you do
Photosynthesis isn’t so easy in the shade (it’s all an allegory, you know)
She experiences the same struggle you do
Her single limb reaches toward the sun as her roots dig for thirst
She drinks the same water you do
She's grown crooked out of the shadow without the silver spoon of fortune
The alpha and the omega exist within, grace in every cell
A single flower from her single limb holds the stamen to propagate a new species on earth
Bent in the only direction where there's sufficient sunlight, she faces eastward every morning and westward after noon as she grows larger than the shadows
This poem’s companion piece reaches the ocean: