Ducking and weaving

This strange and wonderful
spark of life you carry;
this fizz of neurons in your brain 
and engine beating in your breast 
is all the more remarkable for what it means.

It shouts aloud 'Survival'.
It boasts 'Resilience'
because it knows, 
it somehow senses, 
how your line of life has
run unbroken, back 
through generations,
ducking and weaving through war
and famine, flood and drought.

Ducking and weaving,
through occupation and invasion,
persecution, plague, disease;
catastrophes of climate change 
when ice sheets came and went.

Ducking and weaving through 
the ancient tribes, and back
beyond humanity to bloodlines 
we would scarcely recognise;
that met and mated,
nurturing their offspring 
long enough to pass
the spark of life to you.

Ducking and weaving
you dodged, you diced with death. 
Continents opened and closed,
the asteroid wreaked 
its dark destruction but,
ducking and weaving,
you survived, carrying the embers
of the miracle of life,
dazzlingly defiant in the face
of all the universe can throw.

So...

You can face today.