HUMAN BEING
In the dead of night
As I’ve just cycled home
Through the drizzle
So characteristic of this
City
A blueprint for
All the people
Trying to be both small and big
I am reminded of how beautiful
How wondrous
It is to be with someone
How rare and precious it is
To connect with someone
Maybe if we weren’t all so
Acutely aware
Of the lone
Idle
Inescapable
Nature of being a human in this city
That you are relegated
To being
Doing
Doing
Doing
Making
Making
Making
Produce
If only for one brief interlude
We experienced something
That made us stop and ponder
Oh how wondrous it is
To be human
And not being
To be more than
The figurine trodding every step
Closer to an interim bus stop
That holds every potentiality
Of reinforcing the very notion
And very fear
That we are to be but one step away
From catching the bus we need
From making the break we seek
From missing the person we see
I see you
All the trinkets and projects and remarks
Beyond the person you represent
Into the person you occupy
I wish I had the bravery I do now
Intermingled with liquid courage and
Post-physiological-exhaust adrenaline
Into the light of day
To say to you
I enjoyed our interlude
The secluded haven
We lathered ourselves in velvet so thick
Sound became relative to time and space
I think we found a creek in the crevice
And meandered, embodied, full
For some time
We were being
Human