The fingerprint of God
I'll leave you
as a stray raindrop,
splayed cartwheel
like a naked inkblot –
stainless but dewy with life.
Waiting for the fingerprint of God,
(of Mandelbrot)
to creep the pages of you
fathom the twist of you;
delight in your helix.
Give you beetle-like eternal feet
to crawl deep into the formula.
Repeating life-steps, microscopic;
landing aliens on lunar scapes,
crowding seas with monsters.
Worrying the universe,
dog-certain,
with the painted faces
of a dialogue with numbers.
* Helen Pletts is a regular IS&T contributor. She was born in the UK but now lives in Prague in the Czech Republic, where she teaches creative writing. You are welcome to visit www.stem-of-quietly-disarrayed-fertility.com
