Synthesizing Science and the Poetic Mind

 Primordial Soup

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Theories of inception
of life emanate
from public television.
One night I learned
that I am made of star stuff.
Immediately my mind went back
to Genesis. The book was right.
I’m quite certain that technically speaking
star stuff is in our dirt.
I picture God reaching down a hand
or two and molding us and all things living
from the stars that exploded or imploded
forging our planet and populating our dirt

Another night a voice intoned about life
coming from water.
I’m back with my collegiate
Ancestral Amoeba swimming
in the primordial heated waters
joined by the Ancestral Flagellate.
Together they swim,creating as they go
until, rejoice, they merge and in
another million years grow legs.
No longer did they have to look
longingly to the shore of their pool.
They could leave and so they did.
Stubby legs crawling out on land
were met with AIR. It took a while
to work together on the whole lung
idea but they did and life progressed
in strange fits and starts from there.

Here’s my problem. Back in the dark
ages of the 60’s this theory lead
to the chimpanzee as direct
ancestor to humans. Eerie similarities
are interesting to watch but as a relative
chimpanzees lack a certain glamour.

Therefore I’m choosing star stuff
in dirt. Just think I’m related
to the trees and bushes to galaxies
and worm holes. Imagine death
as simply returning to star stuff
that keeps exploding through the universe
with little bits of us falling through
the vast reaches of space to be
born again and again spinning out
sparks of light in a fireworks show
of creativity, in a becoming
that knows no boundaries
of time and substance.

Janice DeRuiter 2014



Relatives of Tree, Earth & Air

About Winding Stream Press

Janice DeRuiter Eskridge, M.F.A. is a poet who worked for over a decade as a poet-teacher for California Poets in the Schools. Helen Shoemaker, Ph.D. L.M.F.T. is a university professor who teaches in the areas of child development and counseling. She is also a therapist in private practice.
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