Gaia’s Story

I am the whole thing,
All the elements,
The iron at core,
The magnetic fields,
The lust of all lives,

The storms, volcanos,
Extinctions, floods, droughts,
Oceans, ice ages.
I have exuded
My own crawling skin,

All greener than grass
And out of the blue,
Flagged with circling clouds.
I am seems to me,
Who knows who is me,

And am becoming
Some things new to me,
Fizzing circuitries,
A name, a halo
Of loud wizardry.

What life is not me?
Look at these bright flakes
Flying off of me!
Whatever leaves me
Has always been me.