How Cool It is

How cool to live now in an unquestioned
euphoric world of enlightenment where
the inexorable bonds of nature are not
only tested but defied and the gravity
of gender endowment through birth to
the grave has become so flexible that
parents now guide their year-old babes
toward the orientation they intuit is that
child's destiny. Sex, it seems, is variable
it presents in ways one might barely
have imagined. In our innocence or
perhaps inattention we believed in the
limited existence of male and female
that nature's creativity failed to imagine
a need for more; how we underestimated
the fecundity of that creative impulse. We
are confronted now with a myriad of sex
identities; two logically harnessed in pursuit
of species survival and others, oh others
mysterious and bedevilling. We usher
innocents toward their natural choice so
at variance from what nature had chosen.
Truly nature has endowed humankind
with an inheritance of her own bold
initiatives in invention of purpose and by
happenstance shedding of that purpose.