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  • Hira Hosèn

BEING HUMAN

I wonder if the sun debates dawn

some mornings

not wanting to rise

out of bed

from under the down-feather horizon


if the sky grows tired

of being everywhere at once

adapting to the mood

swings of the weather


if clouds drift off

trying to hold themselves together

make deals with gravity

to loiter a little longer


I wonder if rain is scared

of falling

if it has trouble

letting go


if snow flakes get sick

of being perfect all the time

each one

trying to be one-of-a-kind


I wonder if stars wish

upon themselves before the die

if they need to teach their young

how to shine


I wonder if shadows long

to just-for-once feel the sun

if they get lost in the shuffle

not knowing where they’re from


I wonder if sunrise

and sunset

respect each other

even though they’ve never met


if volcanoes get stressed

if storms have regrets

if compost believes in life

after death


I wonder if breath ever thinks of suicide

if the wind just wants to sit

still sometimes

and watch the world pass by


if smoke was born

knowing how to rise

if rainbows get shy back stage

not sure if their colors match right


I wonder if lightning sets an alarm clock

to know when to crack

if rivers ever stop

and think of turning back


if streams meet the wrong sea

and their whole lives run off-track

I wonder if the snow

wants to be black


if the soil thinks she’s too dark

if butterflies want to cover up their marks

if rocks are self-conscious of their weight

if mountains are insecure of their strength


I wonder if waves get discouraged

crawling up the sand

only to be pulled back again

to where they began


if land feels stepped upon

if sand feels insignificant

if trees need to question their lovers

to know where they stand


if branches waver at the crossroads

unsure of which way to grow

if the leaves understand they’re replaceable

and still dance when the wind blows


I wonder

where the moon goes

when she is in hiding

I want to find her there


and watch the ocean

spin from a distance

listen to her

stir in her sleep


effort give way to existence


- Naima Penniman