This human form repeats itself

born again and again in numbers beyond count.

A pineapple has needles and fronds and is juicy sweet inside,

how many have graced this world since the first one dropped to the ground?

Trees, flowers, insects and animals repeat themselves

endless reproduction, yet a mystery at the core.

Science tells us how, but can’t get to the rood of why.

Its a a gift of our life

this endless repetition of what we need to live.

Without the trees, the flowers, the bees and the fruit, we die.

Yet the sun in our world doesn’t repeat itself

it doesn’t birth new suns — all we need is one.

What is always here, with us now

undying

what doesn’t repeat itself?

– Lisa Ernst