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.