I began as a lone tadpole, in a dark, silent, safe cosmos.
My surroundings suited me at that time, as I knew no difference,
And I was not afraid.

I did not have to work for food or shelter.
I did not need companionship; nor did I need to be entertained.
I did not wonder where I came from,
Or how I should fit into a plan of things.
I swam and I grew.

I had no concerns about world peace, education,
Or health care, fashion, old age.
I was not creative or destructive.
I was not sad, mad or glad.
I swam and I grew.

I did not have to consider political issues,
Alcohol and drug abuse, sin, germ warfare,
Our next president, misuse of the planet,
Child abuse, or death.
I swam and I grew.

I did not worry about earthquakes and tornadoes,
My children’s future, or a spouse’s infidelity.
I did not long for understanding, quiet moments,
Nor did I miss my first kiss, my first dance,
My first love, or my first child.

Then the space where I began
Grew smaller and smaller.
Swimming was no longer possible.
In fact, moving at all became a chore,
And I was no longer without care.