Like Me

I'm tired
of speaking of
humans. Surely,

there is some
forgotten species
that needs a language.

We could create one.

Lighter than a
molecule of feather,
shapelier like red dunes

in desert, strong as
tree roots wrapped
around eachother.

But will it smile
when it rains or snows?

Will it have a heart
that dances like a wind-blown
flower or a nose

that smells the lilac?

In my dreams, this beast
is nearly as inconceivable
as me.