Doing its Best

This pen is doing its best—this chair
both manufactured from their
ingenious components
at rest composed till I conceive them
residing in their palaces of shape
all night in darkness too I guess
till required again
when my mind desires to meet
and play with a fresh day

Beyond the door it is more tricky
for complicated organisms generate
determined ooze of molecules
in thick abundant layers of mud
adding or shedding in chemical sediment
carbon wafers animating
membranes legs and tendrils reproducing
buds and rooty ganglions
skin and scales feathers and tails

All doing its best to imitate
Spirit behind Matter
that ether rising from the juice
Heaven's idyll beyond the silvered glass
at which we knock or scratch or yell
perched on chairs with pens
the template of our forms our destiny
to slowly turn to tiny dusts
—become the building blocks of stars

Clive Donovan
 

 
If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Clive Donovan would be pleased to hear them