will I be sand
or stone
when I go-
or have I already been
all of these
and more

have I been
fire that burns
or water for thirst

will I be a flash of light
across the sky
or the calming glow
of the vast twilight

for I will never know-
these memories may have been
but I can grasp-
the dirt within my hands
and dream of them

if only I could talk to my DNA and understand the spiral that is me.