Cells

Something is pushing new nails from my finger beds.
Something is healing over the cuts on my skin.
My cells are doing the work
but how are they getting the energy to do it all?
Yes, I feed my body.
I give it the energy through nutrients and care.
But I don’t know how to grow a fingernail.
I don’t know how to grow a scab.
My cells do.
Who tells them what to do?
How do they know what to do?
All I know,
is that they are doing it all for me
so I can sit here
and write
and enjoy.
I wonder if cells could talk
what advice they would give to us.
The bystanders of our lives,
they’ve seen it all.