What is heredity but centuries

  of births, deaths, journeys,

  weddings, wars, surprises

  and griefs?

                   History becomes

  no more than outdated updates

  of dateless orbits of the earth.

In time these turn irrelevant

  or vague as honors and as vain.

Outliving Eden and its myths,

  we find in space what

  saves us.

                  Since breath has

  no birthdays, I say that Genesis

  begins all over every time

  we breathe.           

                    Each time I face

  a mirror, I’m looking at Adam.