Writing from the stemistry lab
The dancing partners
by Barbara Gordon
Floating, dancing, collapsing waves of artless movement.
Black, grey, transparent trails. Formless but distinct.
Cadences, riffs of soundless music.
Unconnected but exquisitely as one, physical and metaphysical
Embedded into their gene pool, sensory silver threads unite
The essential pulse of spontaneous synchronisation,
The random drift of sequence variation.
Choreographed with delicate precision, but no apparent purpose.
Evolving through generations.
Carrying the imprint of invisible genetic codes
In their tiny beating hearts.
A mesmerising ritual, primitive and contemporary.
A fly-past with no scientific explanation.
Except goodbye to summer