November 19, 2024
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Poem: ‘The First Bite’
Science in meter and verse
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Edited by Dava Sobel
It’s been a billion years since blue inexperienced algae sequined
lakes and—like a python swallowing a pig—a protist ate one.
I see that pale hunter orbiting gloomy coves
tail whipping mellow waters, then guzzling a necklace
of cyanobacteria—
consciousness tuned solely
to that earthen, beautiful style
not understanding that algae eat daylight
and pluck electrical arcs from water
exhaling lengthy tongues of odorless oxygen
that suffocate anaerobes throughout this earth.
It waits for its meal to die.
However one inexperienced bloom burns on
inside, spits flame, survives.
Evening ebbs, day breaks
And now the protist feels pregnant
with a tiny solar god.
Collectively they tumble over the ocean
drunk with the liquors of sunshine
every making an attempt to cough up the opposite
to be alone once more and simply float sated.
A whole lot of thousands and thousands of years of wrestling
till the captive, now a chloroplast
filled with pigments,
is totally fashioned
and engineers a biosphere:
A backyard within the east, simply shy of Eden
an apple, one other reckless chew, exile
throughout the jeweled earth
