Wings
by Czech poet, Miroslav Holub
We have
a map of the universe
for microbes,
we have
a map of a microbe
for the universe.
We have a Grand Master of chess
made of electronic circuits.
But above all
we have the ability to sort peas, to
cup water in our hands, to seek the right screw under the sofa for hours.
This gives us Wings.
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