The meaning of life
by Mikels Skele
It’s the bigness of clouds that gets me,
Great, relentless, unraveling bolls
Searching the smear of life beneath.
“We call this the Hydrogen Dance;
The clouds are coaxing Carbon from below.
When they find it, they will weep with joy.”
I sit, mouth agape, and wonder when they’ll find me.
Inspired by the assertation that “the purpose of life is to hydrogenate carbon dioxide.”
About the Poet:
Mikels Skele, having retired from archaeology, spends his time writing poetry, essays and short stories. He maintains two blogs, Exiles Child (exileschild.org) for poetry, and Omniop (omniop.net) for prose. His poetry was regularly featured in VerseWrights.