TO BE A BONE

I am a bone
and, as any bit of bone
am an intrinsic part of a life-form.
As with any cellular structure, in the round,
there is no beginning or end in itself
apart from being embodied in animate Time.

In the now, I flow into and interact with every other atom
in the particular organism I am part of.
Heaven (probably) knows what that is!
Or what “alive” actually means.
All I know is I exist with a definite shape, density and texture
while substances that hinder or aid flush through, in and out.
The entire caboodle even seems to move in space
and mayhap, has a mega-purpose or identity of its own. An edge.

In balance and health I am virtually automatic.
I romp along doing my thing
whilst aware of this thrumming sense of wellness
as well as being a component part of some vibrant other..

If anything is out of kilter
my screams send shudders rippling through every structure.
Being bone, my marrow, stem cells usually rejuvenate and salve most wear and tear
but an accident, mal-use or chemicals can unbalance my dynamic dependant-whole.
Unfortunately, the communication lines
from the department where SOSs are answered is erratic.

I could keep yelling until I terminate the entire whateveritis.
My structure, even when detached from that
and without nutrients or that “buzz” effect Is hardy. Hard.
I can take millennia to let go
and might even make the bone to stone transition.
Or go for the full-circling silica cycle
back to brand new baby-cartilage
in another embryo whatsit.
Quite a journey huh!

I wander.
But, being a philosophical bone
I state my case, my need to be respected.
That I am unique and abundant
in all I need to be, to BE.

Though occasionally I wonder
What it might feel or look like to be elsewhere, an other something,
in a different state or context.
For the folly!
I am what I am. End of.
The ultimate existential.

This, my desperado Pioneer 10 plaque sent out, perchance.
That I am not alone, the only bone.