The Dance

What if the dance of DNA went left instead of right?

Would sense of smell then far outstrip our sense of touch or sight?

Or other sense we cannot name perceive our galaxy,

With no book nor literary work to see "quixotically."

How did a ball of gas and rock evolve those aldehydes?

A wash of peptic shores advanced upon nucleotides,

Spitting forth amino chains and hydrocarbon bone,

Encasing things like consciousness - Please tell me? Anyone?

No twist or curl of fern nor shell of golden ratio

Be mathematically reversed, even if apropos

Of nothing we'd be odd enough to stagger the amount -

Add or subtract a molecule to Avogadro's count.

We illuminate a neutron star with telescopes so fine

Peer at cosmic structures for some signs of other mind,

The bleeps and bloops from outer space, for now, a pulsar quirk,

We cannot seem to find a place where other beings lurk.

Unless we find a plasma whale that spouts its solar flares,

Or some hypnotic radio wave can catch us unawares,

I think we'll find through long and short that Life is rare indeed,

We must treasure and preserve it, elephant to centipede.

Live it to the fullest, folx, the universe is full

Of orbits, planetoids, and stars where inorganics rule,

No alien will swoop to save us from destructive stance,

We ourselves must change the tune to live, to breathe - to dance.