Amidst the swirl of planets, stars, suns
rising and falling, infants being born
to mothers who are fish or virgins,
fathers who are bulls and rams,
there is you.
And when you are born,
they place you at a mountain's base and tell you: Walk,
slowly if you must, but keep your eyes on the zenith.
You will trip over your long hair once or twice, but someday
you will stand at the top and feast on precious metals
tin cans, silver bottle caps, golden candy wrappers.
You are a goat, they say.
But I am reluctant to believe
in your four legs, diabolic resemblances,
penchant for selling your soul to the highest bidder,
and I say: You must be the one that got away,
escaped the pull of celestial seasons and ancient wisdom,
the one signless man.
And the universe suddenly expands. |
Submission Name: The One Signless Man
