Between Dandelion And Snowflake...
The dandelion has dried up in a puffball state,
Seed released upon the wind - drifting.
The snowflake has evaporated from a backyard pond,
Gathered crystal layers in a cold high cloud,
Fallen down upon the wind - drifting.
In a fluke the dandelion seed was carried in an updraft,
Blasted by the jetstream into the far Antarctic,
Laid deep into a glacier for millennia.
In a one in a billion billion chance the snowflake never fell,
Tumbling over Paris in summer or Madrid in winter,
Chaotic twisting air kept it high in the stratosphere for millennia.
In ignorance the last drop of oil was sucked from the ground,
Burned and blown high to trap the sunlight here.
In the new world that then came,
The last crystal of ice on Antarctica melted,
The last snowflake fell upon the South pole,
Each unique in all the universe.
Between the dandelion and the snowflake the world shrank,
Yet the waters rose.
It was a simple result of what was or wasn't carried upon the wind.
By: Daniel A. Stafford