Being. Human.

To stand here in
The middle of my truth,
Consequence be damned,
Without regard...

That is my destination,
My lesson, the place
I've arrived at after all these
Years of growth and struggle.

There is nothing that feels
Elegant or simple here. In this land
Of stark truth. It is
Simply what it is.

And to hear my brother call out
For this stop, as his own,
As well, it turns my head 'round,
As though maybe I've earned

This wisdom. Stark as it may be,
It somehow feels like the
Home I've always known,
But couldn't recognize.

And I say thank you, brother,
Not for any greater wisdom,
But for saying out loud
That what felt so simple,

So raw, that it could be the
Lesson of your decade,
That what felt so elemental
Could carry such weight.

It had not occurred
To me that this was anyone's
Truth but mine. Not that it needed
To be. But it feels lighter,

And yet deeper and truer, somehow,
Because it is shared. Perhaps
It is species-specific. Or maybe,
We two are the only ones. But

I doubt it. And truthfully,
I don't care why: I just feel less
Lonely in my truth. And perhaps,
Just perhaps, that is what it means

To be fully human.

-- 06/11/2011 Thanks, D