Being Human

Or this could be
lovely. Half-light

and poised towards
some distant opening

between skin and sky.

What reaches towards
freedom will not forget;

this is written inside
the small organic vessel

that must be broken like
a wound or hideous scar

before it's understood.

Adrift in space, the sensation
of being unbound, unstrapped

is precisely the meaning
of being human.

1 comment:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ah, one of your understated profundities that appeal to me so much!