POETRY
POETRY
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Science Poem: Volvox Minuet
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Volvox Minuet
In one old studio my round instructor
is warming up her knees. Always the knees,
she said. You don't know what you've got
til it's gone. And then the music:
plaintive songs from long-
forgotten instruments.
My hair has slipped
from its braid. My teacher
counts, a hypnotist's trope,
and I am five hundred years ago.
The braid there has slipped too,
but there someone has bent
to mend it.There is a pond on the way home,
a rich green plate of globular forms.
And in there the algae awaken.
A shy current pushes their arms
to preparation. The music begins.Like new stars we all have been,
so blind to the cosmos and any orbit
but our own.