Being

What is it like

To live this life,

Be in this skin

And bargain for time?

To bear these eyes

And brave the shine

Of the Earth so kind?

To feel on feet

The kindness of solidity

Within a place most welcoming?

To palm a leaf

So skin tingles with belief

And thoughts mingle with sense?

To be me.

What is it like to be her,

him,

they,

It,

We?

What is it like to be?