All That Is
© 2017, 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr
I have concluded, or nearly so,
That Intelligent design is in the Universe,
Or Universes, stacked one upon another
In some frequency-variant set of substrates
Of reality—ad infinitum, in profundis.
Not because of that random-seeming
Toss of thousands of millions of Galaxies
Within the limits of our vision,
But because of the in-our-face, daily,
Confronting of Earth’s Panoply of Life,
Animal and Vegetable—micro’ to macroscopic:
The fractal whorl in a cauliflower head,
Spirals in spirals, if you’ll look.
The minutes-quick, brown engulfment
Of a drop of honey placed as a test
On my countertop by thousands of ants,
Persistent, swarming, intruding, damned ants.
Happy in summer to ruin our chairs
Under the shade of our crepe-myrtle trees
With dripping sap from their vertically-placed
Their little scouts range across our
Private domestic nooks and surfaces,
Testing, tasting and twiddling antennae.
They must have some spooky communications channel
Back to the anthill, to so quickly muster
A platoon of fellow forager-soldiers
To my canny dollop of amber sweetness.
Or do they run back to tell their fellows
The honey-news in language formed
From pheromones set on the air?
Whatever the answer, it seems beyond
A few billion years of random evolution—
As does the perfect function of our eyes,
Which also worked fine in the sockets of dinosaurs.
I squash one of the miniscule interlopers in hatred,
Tinged with curiosity, perhaps begrudging-admiration.
Somewhere in the wreckage of that tiny machine
Is a computer, with built-in software
Wired to the organs of locomotion,
And the sensors of light, touch and smell.
The twisted, broken legs had earlier
Carried it along in fluid stride.
I’ve cut the poor thing off in mid sip.
The others scatter in alarm,
Some stream angrily up my arm.
I brush them off into tangles of chitin.
This is only one battle won in a war
Between us and them, a war that has raged
Since we left the caves—or even before.
As Burns observed the spider and wondered,
Maybe we watched this gnat-sized species
Stream up and down our own cave walls,
Concluding—Purpose—or nearly so.