Coherence

Centered

electrons,

whirling in chaotic chase,

define an atom's place,

micro/cosmic

space.

Cells

are oceans,

each contained

in living membrane.

Skull encloses brain.

Spells weave a living skein.

Ocean (trembling like a tear

on the cheek of earth)

breathes, rhythmic,

pulsing like a womb,

amniotic, creative,

contracting,

before a Birth!

This life that once rushed by me, today it rushes through me.

What can this life do to me? What more?

What once I sought to enter so earnestly and shyly

now finds me at its center: I am the gate, the door.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018