Human

And then I asked myself, whats it mean to be human?

After our brain has been wired and rewired
And finally given the opportunity to welcome life?

After the heart pulses a steady beat?  

After we’re all fleshed out and the roots are firmly packed in?

After the trees have had their seasonal welcoming
And greet the leaves, whispering
“Generations before and generations to come, and here you are in the midst of this one”?

After the blood has warmly melted into our veins
And stems off one sturdy branch at a time,

Passing through the tips of our toes
And stretching through the thickness of our legs?

Up up up to bathe in our core and ignite?

After the lungs have extended their arms,
And the hollow space down below has finally found its soul mate in passing,
Has replaced its shallow empty breaths with a rich field of oxygen,
An unbroken line of melodic air?

After fingertips spark creativity into the hands that will make and

Rise through the crevices of the elbows and

in and around the hollows of our cheeks?

After sensations tingle and rich colors pierce the eyes?
And dissonant sounds resonate deep?
And cinnamon spices tickle the nose?
And soft bristles and hard edges stroke the skin?

After our sun has risen and refuses to set just yet?

What’s it mean to be human?

Surely, I dont fucking know.