We Are Snowflakes

In case you were wondering
from where we come,
of what we're made,
why we laugh, cry, or stare at the sky,
what makes the threads that keep us hanging on
for one more day;

We are biology.
Fibers and strands
cells and gaps
arteries, acids,
73% water.

In between the chemicals
we are desire,
love and fear
pleasure and pain,
hopes, dreams.

By day,
we are titles and schedules
a photograph, a signature
and a set of keys.
By night,
friends, lovers,
or the light in a lonely window
shining out over the city.

We live immersed in memory.
Unique beliefs about the world
about ourselves
about time and space,
steer us, pad reality.
Mythos: truth mixed together
with damning yet comfortable lies.

Maybe something left over
from before birth closed our eyes;
and potential,
buried deep beneath the skin,
ever invisible
always in shadows
affecting us more than we realize.

So alone in the universe,
So cut off from everyone and everything.
So hard to see clearly
All the way down
To the core;
but goose bumps come
now and again,
and we know
we are not alone.

Close your eyes and remember
on shady afternoons,
Feel Nature’s soft breath
bleeding through your veins.

We are the trees and the grass
Birds and bees
night and day
the light of the sun.

We are snowflakes -
intricate, beautiful, fleeting;
delicate, graceful, full of hidden meaning.
Cool on the tip of the tongue,
never two exactly alike.