It Shouldn’t Take Much

I was sitting still watching it
from the porch but then
suddenly I was the rain.
I poured down with the rain.
The falling felt like
a rush of welcome surrender.
I wasn’t a drop, I was the driving,
flying into earth.

Since all we are
is atoms, anyway,
it shouldn’t take much
to switch our shapes.
A teensy twist
of an inner kaleidoscope
to shift the pieces
into a different picture,

An instant lifting
of methylation marks
inside my embryonic state –
and presto, the genes get freed,
no more frozen identity.
Pluripotency!
So I can tune and turn
into anything at all.

Let me try it with the towhee
plain and pecking at my seed dish.
If I am still enough, if
my attention can zoom right in…
Even though the sun is back,
these seeds are damp and
I do so like them crisp. Still,
I’m glad the human remembered.

©Susa Silvermarie 2026