Rotating the nosepiece
The scanning objective clicks into position
With the lamp switched on, I look through the eyepiece
There I witness the wet mount exhibition
I turn the coarse adjustment knob
And into focus comes a tiny wonder
The grantia sponge; a tubular porous blob
Covered in cilia the color of thunder
I note creatures with such perfect, tiny details
Only God could create them
Sponges, the small filter feeders, consume plankton like whales
Food-filled water enters their ostia and exits through their osculum
Next I observe an entire fruit fly with its legs shriveled up like burnt fries
And finally I observe green acrylic fibers resembling algae much to my surprise
inspiration:
this is a poem I wrote in eighth grade about our sponge lab lmao. i thought it was funny and also kinda stupidly profound so im sharin it
