An Acceptance Of The Unknown
Unknown to me, as a young man
I was cloned during a deep sleep
and my ‘other half’ went to live in a foreign country.
We would never have met had it not been 30 years later
attending a poetry event … grand-slam held in Berlin
where English is now the second language.
We both took part, and people stared
confused as to who. We had aged equally,
still slim and tall, and with the same amount of disappearing hair.
I loved him from the moment I first spied him across the auditorium,
the only difference between us being I
was happily married with a she, and he happily with a he.
Neither of us had any idea we had been monitored
all these years
as part of a clandestine scientific experiment on human development.
We reached the finals - a play-off between the two of us.
The onlookers were enthralled
waiting for the evening’s ultimate moment.
I looked at him. He at me. On stage. Together. In front of many. Brothers.
Deciding acceptance was better than judgement
we stepped down from the podium
and the audience
announced us joint-winners.
We all applauded.