That’s What It Is To Be Human
A long, long stretch;
A sudden leap;
Unforeseen,
Because you’ve never known the ‘when’.
Like dust always somewhere upon…
Then dusted..then upon again.
As in a maze, a stage-long phase
It’s always that: an inner phrase,
A clause perfused,
Oozing the ‘you’
Within labyrinth’s queue.
You, the subject, slow-maturing;
Blossoming then burgeoning,
Always re-forming.
Sometimes dormant, but
Not final, never rooted.
Wrong to right, weak to strong;
Higher your development.
So, in encouragement, dear little pup:
Keep it up.
That’s what is to be human.
What It Is To Be Human 10.24.2021 Pure Nakedness II; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 