Giant Midgets
Too small for even microscopes to see
They do the work of giants larger than
Goliath. They are God’s minute decree
As wide as life could ever grow. Their span
Though small is right across the living world,
These enzymes and the DNA that holds
The messaging in double helix swirled
There in its universal curving folds
Transmitting to the ribosome commands
Of “Let there be. . . !” When tiny ribosomes
Receive sub-microscopic bidding, strands
Of perfect little vital, opening gnomes
Spread out to mate with other ribbon forms
— And out of these diminutives life storms.