HUMAN BEING
In the dead of nightÂ
As I’ve just cycled homeÂ
Through the drizzleÂ
So characteristic of thisÂ
CityÂ
A blueprint forÂ
All the peopleÂ
Trying to be both small and bigÂ
I am reminded of how beautifulÂ
How wondrousÂ
It is to be with someoneÂ
How rare and precious it isÂ
To connect with someoneÂ
Maybe if we weren’t all soÂ
Acutely aware
Of the lone
IdleÂ
InescapableÂ
Nature of being a human in this cityÂ
That you are relegatedÂ
To beingÂ
DoingÂ
Doing
DoingÂ
Making
MakingÂ
MakingÂ
ProduceÂ
If only for one brief interlude
We experienced somethingÂ
That made us stop and ponder
Oh how wondrous it isÂ
To be humanÂ
And not beingÂ
To be more thanÂ
The figurine trodding every stepÂ
Closer to an interim bus stopÂ
That holds every potentialityÂ
Of reinforcing the very notion
And very fear
That we are to be but one step awayÂ
From catching the bus we needÂ
From making the break we seekÂ
From missing the person we see
I see youÂ
All the trinkets and projects and remarks
Beyond the person you representÂ
Into the person you occupyÂ
I wish I had the bravery I do now
Intermingled with liquid courage andÂ
Post-physiological-exhaust adrenaline
Into the light of dayÂ
To say to youÂ
I enjoyed our interlude
The secluded havenÂ
We lathered ourselves in velvet so thickÂ
Sound became relative to time and spaceÂ
I think we found a creek in the crevice
And meandered, embodied, fullÂ
For some time
We were beingÂ
Human
