To know the word mitosis doesn’t help.
You thrust that tiny seed in common dirt
And all you’ve given it is water since,
And here it is, a huge and awesome flower.
Yes, chemistry, say “photosynthesis”,
It isn’t half enough to name the green,
That builds itself from sunlight,
Each complex molecule in fractal time.
All from that pack of seeds, that dream of spring
Add dirt, add water, sunshine…
As everyone who’s ever gardened knows:
It’s clearly fucking magic.
12th July 2012