HUMANISM

The man flies in his thundering, metallic suit.
The bird chose hers of feathers.

The men construct the concrete cities;
the ants make theirs of dirt.

Assisted by two tons of gear and a host of Sherpas
the women stand atop Mt. Everest,
as migrating geese glide silently over their heads.

Steel clad humans race the streets,
while a beetle's iridescent carapace doubles as wings.

What is thought to be human so often mimics animals.

What is it to be a human, outstanding in your field
of being human?
Meditate on it; ceaselessly, ceaselessly,
Do not take your next step
without the desire
to know what it is.
Your world is waiting.