Thanksgiving poem

small stones

14 billion years ago
something happened.
out of nothing.
or perhaps out of something.
we may never know.
but from that instant
physics threw a wild party
which for all we know
may never end.

somewhere along the line
this planet congealed and
hooked up with the star
we call our sun.
At some point
there was a twitch in the muck.
And somehow that twitch
gave rise to another twitch.
And that started a wild party of its own.
It’s hard to say which was the biggest miracle.

Some 4 billion years after that first twitch
you are sitting at this table
with an ordinary stone in front of you.
Through a convergent path of fate
that required lots of heat and gravity
and vast numbers of births and deaths
and more than a little luck,
you have come together.
Take the stone in your hand. Feel it. Look at it.
The stone is something like your ancestor.
You are something like its caretaker, its eyes, its mind.

Let us be grateful for this wild opportunity.

© Luther Allen 2012

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3 Responses to Thanksgiving poem

  1. joannheydron says:

    Gorgeous. Thank you.

  2. this is beautuful Luther. Happy Thanksgiving!

  3. The stone in my pocket is astropholyte.
    I am grateful to the island you walk upon.
    The day is as ancient as the sun
    as perfect as the moon.

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