When Adam was three
A lion, a gorilla, and a bear
Were lurking in his bedroom.
I took the lion, the gorilla, and the bear by the hand
And led them outside.
We save fragments of ourselves
So that those yet-to-be
Will understand who we were.
Will humans one day be labeled "use unknown"?
Discontinued relics, toxic to the touch, shameful to the eye?
Whose eye? Where is the who
That sees me? That sees you?
What happens when no one, no thing, no force
Sees us...no more?
Sometimes, when we see nothing
Much is there to be seen.
Did you know that invisible particles
Pass through your body
By the trillions, second by mysterious second,
Leaving no trace?
Are we meant to pass through time, through space
Through amplitudes and emptitudes, without a trace?
Are we both matter and anti-matter?
Do we in fact matter at all?
Does the Universe shed tears at what we do?
I don't see any. Do you?
The soul is your lion, your gorilla, your bear.
Take it by the hand, if you dare.
Show it that you care.
Because, you know, I care.
c. Corinne Whitaker 2015
Excerpted from the book of the same name.
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