At this moment, with thoughts of death,
hovering around the corner
I am reminded of the miracle of my body;
Inside my body, the thoughts dig into cells and genes.
The 1,000,000,000,000 cells that have my DNA
the genes and the chromosomes –
around 20,000 and 25,000 genes
and 3,000,000,000 bases around my genome, so I read
and how unique and intricately they work.
How does it all happen?
And they connect me to the outside world, too?
Isn’t it all a miracle?
Reminders of death are like lightning
waking me up that moment.
I run out, pushing all blues aside,
and drink the sunshine like
an elixir of life.
Viva la vida. I shout to the sun.
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.
