Look in my microscope. I’ve magnified
a salt water droplet, isolating
this single amoeba. Watch how it slides
on liquid pseudopods, hesitating,
quivering, then blink-quick the one cell splits
into twins. See their fluid shapes alter,
rapid as breath. Early naturalists
titled their genus proteus after
the Greek sea god with transforming body.
This process resembles our love—the way
we curl and slip, flexing torsos. But the
poignant reverse to protozoa: They
originate as one room, then divide.
Our lone souls unite when passions collide.
Roger Armbrust
August 28, 2007
