human nature

what makes me sad:

that i cannot fly.

we have to walk

slowly, step for step

and ageing makes

the weight too much.

gravity grips me

at my throat.

so we must learn

to go slow

and see more

and learn the way

to leave,

to be awake

with heart and mind,

bleeding but free

enjoying each step

in the moment

as there may not

be another one.

still it makes me sad

that i cannot fly

and must move

alone.

a horse

is better company,

it does not talk

nor will it think.

a human

is a fickle being,

unsafe and dangerous,

it stumbles too often

and puts its feet

across our way

not on purpose

but by clumsiness.

this is my nature,

human failure,

ungracious

and knowing death