IT STARTS WITH PAIN ....

IT ALWAYS DOES....

Poem for Today - January 31, 2014

THE MITE

I am the least

Of living things,

A cell, a seed,

A spiral chromosome,

A tendril in the sea.

I know how mystery began,

And why the roots

Of purpose feed on pain.

© Boynton Merrill, Jr.
On top a picture ofa yellow mite.
 I found it  in  Wikipedia. Check it out.
"Historically, mites have been difficult 
to study because of their minute size. 
But now, ARS scientists 
are freezing mites in their tracks 
and using scanning electron microscopy
 to observe them in detail.
 Here a yellow mite, Lorryia formosa, 
commonly found on citrus plants, 
is shown among some fungi. 
False color. Magnified about 850x."