Why Two Sexes?

- -for Clara We all know it makes us tremble We know it can make a person's voice husky We know it stirs a frenzy in the blood We know it inspires schmaltzy singing We know it tugs us into arrangements And sometimes leaves us high and dry Nature stirs the pot of attraction And we bubble with the broth 'Birds do it, bees do it, ' and the Wild Kingdom keeps cranking out its innumerable episodes. Why all the pollen and perfume and colors? Why the silken skin, the spring in one's step? Why is so much attention lavished on the special way a person moves? Why do we treat attachment as a promise? Why do some make it a monument, some a trophy? Why do monuments get buried in dust? Is it a splendid excess that needs to be dissipated? Is it an accursed share of incompleteness? Is it nature's way of shuffling a deck of cards? Is it a dredging operation to clear up sludge? Is it a balletic migration toward a state of felicity, an existential errand? A recapitulation of cosmology, a rehearsal for going back to the fountainhead, or an inborn principle that guides sentient beings making life trajectories into melodies? I am a human being, endowed with a mind; I too devote my attention, enjoy times for sharing; I too bask in the comforts of togetherness, but the question stays with me: WHY? Like a six year old pestering his mother, but now I can only take the Creation as my Mother. Some say that life is to be lived, not questioned, and maybe the answer is too technical to fathom Surely the question needs to be expanded; Surely it's time for the question to be refined; Maybe the Creator will note my sincere efforts, and raising questions will equip my understanding. The technical answer cannot be the final answer, as long as tears and laughter can confer meaning.