The One in a Billion
...we are extraordinary chances of being, moments that escaped the attention of cataclysm...
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Your body
is of the one-billionth particles
that survived.
One tiny “yes”
slipped away
while all others were finding their opposites,
uniting,
transforming into energy and light.
Everything we can see and touch is made of
those chances,
those one in a billion.
Sometimes I don’t know if we’re spirit or matter
if we’re of the light
or heavy things crawling through darkness,
but I do know we are extraordinary chances of being
moments that escaped the attention of cataclysm,
wandering to find each other,
becoming life,
only to die and be reborn
again and again,
the children who snuck away
from the grown-ups party
so they could play a little longer,
celebrate and make new things.
Are we waiting to become light?
I don’t know.
But we are here now,
and we can feel the dirt
with our hands and feet.
We can know each other and smile,
we are the one in a billion,
we are here to celebrate
in the space left behind
by the first great dance.
Knock out of the park.