Human

By Meron Zeleke

I used to revel in the simple joy of being human.

I used to watch the day unfurl and watch the pinks, blues, and oranges shoot across the skies.

I used to breathe in the fresh dew of the morning, feeling my lungs yawn open, then rest, and yawn open again.

I used to listen to the soft song of night that lingers along with the charming birds and walking creatures of the sun.

I used to feel the gentle breeze spill through my window, and brush over my skin pressing peace into my bones.

I used to revel in the simple joy of living.

I used to have sweet teas and harmonies and bittersweet goodbyes; basking in a summer moonrise, and settling in beneath the stars.

I used to harbor a soul within my chest, and called this body my home I used to walk upon Mother-Earth as one of her own, and drink in all of her wonders.