The Choice

To all my cool-eyed, blue-eyed brothers
whose souls I've seen naked in the black of a cave--
I salute you.
I did not choose you--
we are molecules of the same water
breath of the same air
to compare you to others would not be fair--
as in any family, similarity
keeps us apart.

No. I chose a furred one
for preferred one
a wild one with a beating bat heart.
Invited him to my cave
Gave him my heart
and each day is a new one
as I learn this art.

Copyright 1997 Jo Schaper

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