What is heredity but centuries
of births, deaths, journeys,
weddings, wars, surprises
and griefs?
History becomes
no more than outdated updates
of dateless orbits of the earth.
In time these turn irrelevant
or vague as honors and as vain.
Outliving Eden and its myths,
we find in space what
saves us.
Since breath has
no birthdays, I say that Genesis
begins all over every time
we breathe.
Each time I face
a mirror, I’m looking at Adam.
Published in the July/August 2021 issue: View Contents
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