That Thing

That Thing

That thing, which in beings
Reside to make them live.
From two distinct souls
They emerge to converge 
In one core making whole.

That thing which in beings
Orchestrates every bit
That never blends, na
That does not stay close
Neither are the parts far.

That thing which in beings
Segregate just so that
Another life is born
Carried by nature’s force
 Closer two things are drawn.

That thing which in beings
Come closer for a while
Exchange their parts then part
In me they are discrete
Mixed in my girl they last.


Note: This is an ode to the genes contained within the chromosomes.

The maternal and paternal parts play their parts together, yet they remain discrete.  During gametogenesis some exchange parts in the phenomenon of recombination. Therefore the parts of the parents mix and later may express in grandchildren. As I teach this in class, I cannot help marvel at the beauty of nature.

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