Being Human

I love this poem. Observing nature as though with empathy, being so conscious of my own trepidation and the uncertainty of being human. "...and still dancing when the wind blows." ~ Rukmini Walker

by Naima

I wonder if the sun debates dawnsome morningsnot wanting to riseout of bedfrom under the down-feather horizon

if the sky grows tiredof being everywhere at onceadapting to the moodswings of the weather

if clouds drift offtrying to hold themselves togethermake deals with gravityto loiter a little longer

I wonder if rain is scaredof fallingif it has troubleletting go

if snow flakes get sickof being perfect all the timeeach onetrying to be one-of-a-kind

I wonder if stars wishupon themselves before they dieif they need to teach their younghow to shine

I wonder if shadows longto just-for-once feel the sunif they get lost in the shufflenot knowing where they’re from

I wonder if sunriseand sunsetrespect each othereven though they’ve never met

if volcanoes get stressedif storms have regretsif compost believes in lifeafter death

I wonder if breath ever thinks of suicideif the wind just wants to sitstill sometimesand watch the world pass by

if smoke was bornknowing how to riseif rainbows get shy back stagenot sure if their colors match right

I wonder if lightning sets an alarm clockto know when to crackif rivers ever stopand think of turning back

if streams meet the wrong seaand their whole lives run off-trackI wonder if the snowwants to be black

if the soil thinks she’s too darkif butterflies want to cover up their marksif rocks are self-conscious of their weightif mountains are insecure of their strength

I wonder if waves get discouragedcrawling up the sandonly to be pulled back againto where they began

if land feels stepped uponif sand feels insignificantif trees need to question their loversto know where they stand

if branches waver at the crossroadsunsure of which way to growif the leaves understand they’re replaceableand still dance when the wind blows

I wonderwhere the moon goeswhen she is in hidingI want to find her there

and watch the oceanspin from a distancelisten to herstir in her sleep

effort give way to existence 

 

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