subtext

like fractals

            of the river’s

                        delta flowering

in reverse

            destiny’s connections

                        are always

predetermined

            in retrospect

as if

umbilical cords

            link back

                        each of us

                                    to each other

in minute chains

            of infinite birth

                        into newer lives

            minute by half-minute

until we all join hands

            across the opened

                        gap collapsing

                                    between

                        the egg and sperm

                                    of the universe