Profession

Profession

by, Daniela Boata

Homo sapiens

Know good and evil
Rule the earth
And make for people

My kin and I shall pass
Playing with a plant in the picture
Thirty years gone by
Now grown and mature

I ponder depths and heights
In a body made to procreate
My ears, my eyes, my bones and heart
Are marked to appreciate

The magic of life
Of being alive
In this equally vile and wondrous encasing
Fighting to survive

Working to achieve
By an unnamed profession
Not the wages
But to stand, undivided, in this succession

So that I may see
Even when it pains me
So that I may be awake
Unblinded by vanity

And so I traverse
This transient planet
Participating no longer with confusion
Or regret