Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


tens of millions of dancing sperm
surround the Egg of the Month,
each demanding to be the future.
EotM tolerates the rabble for a time,
and then: You. You’ll do.
January 1956, and nine months later,
i begin.
both EotM and YD Sperm are now
nothing but original causes,
both unwitting victims of biology.
the me that emerged
into that October morning
a literal lifetime ago?
gone, too.
one sperm-infected egg
went through countless changes
until nothing of her original being was left.
i know the feeling.
i know the loss.
but i am grateful to her
and the willingness of eager sperm
who gave me this opportunity.
i have squandered your gift
for too long.
i can do better
than merely exist.

©TA Barnhart August 17, 2020