I hear the machines grinding,
risen out of the soil,
out of the sand,
out of the rock,
taking on the shapes and content
of super computers and space crafts,
operating theaters and wonder drugs,
bathrooms and hiking equipment

Brains are places in space,
the light shows inside our skulls
mimicking the Northern Lights
- and the Internet was once a sliver of minerals
in the ground

Bodies speak for the planet;
all these sons and daughters of the Sun
are meat & bone levers working the wonders
of the species

Energy from a star drives these brains,
these insistent communications
that steer these hands,
these opposable thumbs that shape the tools
that shape the tools that shape the tools
that define these societies, these cultures
that best be seen as far developed life forms,
thriving on this sphere
where everyday goes to school,
each night is tucked in,
and voices howl, knowledge is gathered,
science is being fine-tuned

Flickering brains
are the Cosmos acting
on an urge to BE itself,
and I spread a morning towel
under my chin,
to avoid coffee spots on the blanket

I am at loss for words
as I raise my body up,
as I lay my body down,
taking the opportunity of this life
and the name I was given,
to listen hard
to what my brain has to think,
finding a work-around
for the totality of ball bearings
and clicking knees,
asphalt roads winding through endless woods
and the ocean
caressing this dancing sphere