The Rise of Consciousness

 how can molecules, so resolute

in their purpose,

so confident, so sure

of themselves, so

pure and free in the acceptance

of their fate, so trusting

 

in the infallible mechanisms

of the Universe, come together

 

to make a stumbling,

stammering

idiot

like me?

***

(Cuenca, Ecuador -- October, 2021)

Another poem where I'm using my mind to think about my mind. This time, it's to wonder about how molecules can come together to create a mind and all of the mental attributes it contains when the molecules themselves can't think.