Sean Sam


Garage

Life Creating a Jumper

Nothing

then chemistry,

the quorum sensing,

creating biology in a spasm

of cells made strange by bacteria.

     scattered: pieces of metered words,

     stellated eyes, strips of moles and skin,

     muscles that made modal data,

     whatever songs were there to soothe her mind,

     now mingled so the palette of pavement

     serves to say what holy or just wholly

     without merit things she saw and said,

     shining so in the morning sirens.

The Fermi Paradox answered

by the shells of radio signals

too thin to overlap

before disengaging

from creation.