Microscope: A Poem

Fragment of a leaf,
Specks of sand, and
A slice of beet
Beneath
My wild blue eyes –
Yet I never was
A scientist in the making.

Now –
I gaze into the
Pixels that
Hold the weight of
Words, making my
Back straighten,
Knees lock,
Feet and fingers
Press forward
As if flashing past
Finished lines
Of a thousand marathons.

Inspecting the world in clips
Like paragraphs
And dialogue interrupted,
Dashes and ellipses,
I place characters and their flaws
Their desires and dreams,
Obstacles and outcomes,
Settings, expositions,
Climaxes and resolutions
Beneath a scope
To turn it upside down
And make everything okay again.

Yet I never was
A scientist in the making.

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