The Nautilus’ Secret

Life is a form of chemical change.
Three hundred million years between
the nautilus and the hand
that holds it.
Three hundred million years
of light across a moment
of endless space
to the next sentient thing.
Chemicals flow like light
from one life form
to another. Words
cannot describe it.
We try to discern the one
and the multitude. And cannot.
© Mike Bond 2012
First published in Poems Niederngasse