Human Proclivity
Having descended recently
from progenitors, through
many millennia, I am tethered
to an inseverable past, a chain
of evolutionary becoming me;
this “I” is very much of that,
of then, literally of them.
Subject to the will of nature,
this intense soulful belonging,
universal humanity, who taught me
to walk, run, eat; to pee,
and to talk. Into the wonderous wild,
not benign, to risk danger, to
create art, to live as human
now, to feel art in my nature.
Look both ways and live for today.
But we are products of a past not our own.
Mind the gaps for more questions than there are answers.
Great poem, Bill. It has a mystical quality. “…this intense soulful belonging, universal humanity…” loved that!
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Thank you, Sue.
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Beautiful poem, Bill. I enjoyed the second stanza especially. Into the wonderous wild indeed! 🙂
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Thank you, Sunra.
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I love this, Bill. (really late but I decided to join this to a FF story this week!)
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