(after M.C. Escher's Lithograph, "Bond of Union," 1956)
We first met in a vat of soup,
you and I. The bubbles entranced.
Then they turned into spongy spheres,
and the soup evaporated entirely.
More adventure: our insides--
brains and guts, bones and such--
departed. We became mere ribbons
of being, me with my sad goatee,
you with your lovely mouth
and luxuriant hair. We discovered
but one ribbon became us. So we
move cautiously now and try
not to attribute blame.
hans ostrom, 2013