Genius of Humanity
You lean over a chef’s salad, reading a book.
Casually you brush your hair with your non-reading hand.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see something fall,
A little meteor dropping from your hair onto the salad.
Curious, you inspect the salad delicately. You gently overturn lettuce,
Shift chicken slightly.
You find nothing foreign resting there, but
It was big enough
To catch your eye as it fell.
And now the question:
Should you keep eating your chef’s salad,
Not knowing what it contains?
You search the Bible, but it has no advice on the matter.
You consult works of great art, but they offer no illustrations.
The dictionary’s entry for “Chef’s Salad” teaches you interesting facts
But has little to aid you under “dilemma”.
You even ask a hobo on the street, but for all he has seen,
He cannot help.
So you realize, with this one, you’re on your own.
And now at the bottom of your despair
You discover a stunning power within yourself,
And eat the salad without a second thought.
