Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Imagining Your Curious Life as a Spermatozoa


I’ve seen you in crowded streets,
watched you travel choked corridors
determinably bossomed and gleefully bounding
up and down with the stream of traffic.

You seem quite merry enough
so that I recall your face.

And I’ve noticed your unlikely habit
of taking sudden diagonal darts
around your unsuspecting queue mates

jovial all the while

or even comedically wheeling against the
current, for no apparent reason, just long enough
to confuse the rest of us into believing
we might be heading in the wrong direction.

I’m guessing it has to do with your short legs 
and seeming lack of anything resembling the Olympic.
There’s certainly no other explanation as to why
you are always first to reach our destination.

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