Mere Cells Poem by john tiong chunghoo

blood runs
never asking
why it is squeezed
through tunnels
wedged between
blocks of cells
to give life
or does it?
the air flows
up and down
down and up
circling the earth
enabling rain
giving life
fueling man and plants
never asking
why such the herculean task
with its lightness?
or does it?
a current flows
bonding the world
mother and child
brothers and sisters
god and men
never asking why
or does it?
by its grace
the heart beat
the hair grow
your unsettled self
mom fret a thousand miles away
the universal mind
makes us mere cells
in its components