What (else) does it mean to be human...

...a Poem...

What does it mean to be Human? 
This body?  
This mind?  
This Soul? 

Are they really that different,  
that distinct,
that separate,  
that singular? 

Surely the only thing
that distinguishes me 
from the Raven 
riding the thermal above me
is a matter of space, 
of time, 
of perspective. 

I can close my eyes 
and cast my awareness up 
into his strong, light-boned body, 
feel the warm air lifting our spread wings 
and circle the human in the sunshine below me 
on this beautiful not-quite-spring day. 
It’s easy. 
 
Ah, but maybe... 
maybe that’s it... 

for while I may lay here 
in my human body 
looking up to the sky with longing,  
a Raven only ever wants to be 
only ever needs to be
a Raven. 

xx

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