Celebi In Silver Without Gameshark

A heap - Wislawa Szymborska

I am who I am. Chance

inconceivable as all accidents.


Other ancestors might have been mine and I would have left

another nest, or I would have dragged
scaly
from under a tree. In the locker room

nature
many costumes.
spider suit, gull, monte mouse.
Each, as tailored,

meekly takes until it becomes strips.

I too have chosen
but I'm not complaining. I coulda been somebody

much less individual. Part of a bank
fish, an ant, a swarm particle landscape
shaken by the wind.

Someone far less happy,
bred for a fur coat or a table
Christmas
something moving under a microscope glass.

tree nailed to the ground,
the approaching fire. Grass


rolled by the run of incomprehensible events.

A
star kind of bad for some shine.

What if people awaken fear, disgust or just
,
or just compassion?

And if he was born in the tribe
not due
and roads closed to me?

Destiny, until now,
has been kind to me.

Could not having been given
remember good times.

I was able to have deprived
the tendency to compare.

could have been me, but without that surprised me, which would have meant

be someone completely different.