Whole small worlds

Sometimes the various things I am doing or reading or listening to, all converge on each other.  I wonder how anyone can determine that a piece of information is not useful.  With all the discoveries in the world, I become more aware of all my knowledge being piecemeal, scattered, just like everyone elses.  Like this, for instance.  If there are different colonies of microbes living on different sides of the same tooth, holding that tooth together somehow... what of the rest?  

The colony of microbes,

Alive on one side

Of one of my teeth,

Is different

From the other side.

The environment

Is different,

One side

To the other.

We are host to several

Millions

Billions

Of whole small worlds.

It*s not just our teeth.

This is nothing like

The time I found out

The host of dust mites

Alive in my bedclothes

In need of my cast-off skin cells.

After all,

I don*t need those cells

Anymore.

There are whole small worlds alive

Bed to bed.

Colonies thrive on my teeth.

Everything lives together

On a microscopic level,

In teeny tiny co-operation

I cannot see,

Co-operation

I can barely imagine

Until perhaps there are border skirmishes

The dentist identifies.

Colonies maintain the balance

I cannot see.

Balance that has been there

From the beginning.

Whole small worlds

I can barely imagine.

Co-operation,
for the most part,

From the very beginning.