DNA

Restless ever
My chromosomes' journey began on a plain
Somewhere in southeastern Europe
Or perhaps in a forest in Skandinavia
Listening for the touch of wind
Signaling the end of Winter
And the rebirth of dirty, rough living
The rude struggle to another day
Subsisting off of pockets full of grain
Gathered on some sabbath to fuel the day's journey
Or a crude basket of fish
Lapped and heaved from the rough water
And with a stone ax I felled those trees
And plaited the flax until it fit my hand
And whipped the dumb animal forward
Always forward
To the west and the dying orange ball
Which pulled me on like another dumb animal
To the new life ahead
And the promises of other days
Little pieces plaited together
In a chain, two chains
Twisted together into one double chain
Moving forward.