I often am reminded
we are far more alike than different,
we all enter and exit through co-arising windows
of opportunity and risk.
Yet, I wonder,
as I converse with bicamerally sideways trees
each breathing in productive fuel
and breathing out consumer satisfaction,
or not so much,
each regenerating matching decomposing season,
how far more alike our reasons
are RNA’s DNA younger branches
of Time’s polypathic treasons?