Inborn - NaPoWriMo Day #14

When writing this today, I had some very specific examples of the "anchors" that I refer to, the evidence of fate or divine design, but the poem came out very simple—just broad questions that we all ask of the universe and its purpose. I decided to leave it that way and not tamper with its natural essence (which also ties in with the title quite well), but I have a feeling I will dive more into those details in another poem before the month is over.

Inborn

There are themes
that sink through things
and anchor me
to times gone by—

to the concept of fate,
of destiny, of divine design—

clear signs
this scientific mind
still can't deny.

Or were they mere branches?
Simple and mappable pathways
that my talents and preferences decide?

Only logical progression
of a body and a mind?

But there are things innate—
ingrained, inborn.
Genetic code or
a creator's brainstorm?

Something tells me
both are true.

I cannot know,
so pondering will do.