To dedicate an ice bucket challenge
Is to attribute so much more than
A quiver in the spine.
It is so much more than a feeling,
A transitory sensation.
To dedicate anything to you
Is deeper than that.
It is more like being a root
Among many beneath the earth
And you are the tree, an organism
With the purest cause.
Now like a tree
You really are an organism
With bone, nerves and blood
Like the wood, limbs and trunk,
You are all those folded proteins
And chemical signals too.
You are the cells that wither within you
And you are the synapses that strengthen your thoughts.
You are this cascading system of physicality,
But you are also grace and courage unfiltered,
Which to me makes you an angel
If they exist – And why ask?
You are here.
But with sickness like this, I struggle and cringe.
It would make me sulk and draw within
Were you not there to hold those doors open.
So instead I ask: what is with the genes,
Which from the earth produce growth
But so to enact the degeneration
Down the generational line.
Did I luck out or am I only keeping
My doom at bay?
But as I pretend to sit idle
In a canoe as the orange water waves
I am comfortable
To know and know not,