It's a fact: you cannot,
at present, fathom
or conjecture
in which situations, or
to what degree
you'll matter—
because luck
and significance
cannot be planned,
not even
by the staggering genius
of the past.
Just as there was
no way of knowing
which minnow
would rise
to become the bold
fish of evolution,
so too, in the membrane-
thin confusion
of this moment,
there is just about
as little sense in
disowning your devotions
as there would be
in lowering
down to your belly
and wriggling back
to the ocean.
