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Maybe things are better than we imagine
if a rubber inner-tube still can send us
drifting down a sinuous, tree-draped river
         like the Wisconsin—

 

far removed from spores of touristococcus.
As we bob half-in and half-out of water
with our legs like tentacles, dangling limply
         under the surface

 

we are like invertebrate creatures, floating
on a cosmic droplet—a caravan of
giant-sized amoebas, without a clear-cut
         sense of direction

 

It's as if we've started evolving backwards:
mammal, reptile, polliwog, protozoon—
toward that dark primordial soup we seem so
         eager to get to.

 

Funny, how warm water will whisper secrets
in its native language to every cell—yet
we, the aggregation, have just begun to
         fathom the gestures.