We, the impossible seeds of life
By Nola Prevost
Bio
Nola Marley Prevost is a writer and editor from Brewer, Maine. She has a B.A. in English Creative Writing from the University of Maine, and has been published in Beyond Words Literary Magazine and The Open Field Literary Magazine, later becoming its editor. Currently she is co-editor of Wayward Literature. She is a recipient of the McGillicuddy Humanities Fellowship. When she’s not writing, she enjoys exploring the woods of Maine.
We, the impossible seeds of life
We, the impossible seeds of life,
We Sing tales of days past
As if it is not the present
We are hoping to serenade.
And We, the stewards of the land,
We Sail over great bodies
As if it is not our own brethren
In the shadow of the hull.
And We, the veins of the planet,
We Make light of our feats
As if we are not someone else’s future,
As if our ancestors are not proud.
And We, the heartbeat of the solar system,
We Praise an endless sky
For its impossibly absent borders,
As if we ourselves are not just as vast.
And We, The cells of the Milky Way,
We Bask in the light of the sun
As if it is not our own light
Shining back at us.