I liked this poem from yesterday's Poetry Daily:
Perhaps it's a thread that needs to be pulled,
a single stitch caught in the crux.
Whole word in French and Spanish,
vertical axis of Cartesian three
loaning its fragile branch to a boy
in theory. On y va. Let's go There.
What happens to unrepaired sequences
in subsequent generations? Semivowel,
blown umbrella, arrow reversed in wind,
frizzy blot of genetic code directing the symphony
of a trillion sperm, a single Y ... might fold over,
line up these similar patches of genetic sequence,
and then accidentally delete everything
that lies in between. Je est un autre.
If the face is a christening in flesh,
the boy of him is its opposite,
raising the tent of bones in which
he will harbor all the starry anomalies
that a knowledge of God cannot undo.
LESLIE ADRIENNE MILLER