Chromosomes migrate within the body
atop a sunken mauve recliner.
Cells vibrate and divide. Behind black curtains,
atoms of nitrogen and oxygen
convey electrons, spinning around nuclei.
In the interstices of speech, propriety grows.
One fascinated by ether portrays its charms,
while another’s postulations contrive the present,
thoughts of rain, harbinger for the coming year
of perplexity, miscalculation.
Through an open window, daffodils lean
toward absent sun, orphaned by dark,
while lightning cleaves the reddened horizon,
and remains of roses wilt on a thorny bush.