Poetry by Samuel Hazo

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no more than outdated updates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 everytime
we breathe

Each time I face a mirror,
I’m looking at Adam.