What’s it like to be human

asked the bird

I don’t really know

to be imprisoned in one’s skin

but reach for infinity

to be captive to a particle of time

but to touch eternity

to be hopelessly uncertain

and a fool of hope

to be a needle of trust

and a handful of heat

to breathe in air

choke without a word

to be aflame

and have a nest of ashes

to eat bread

and be full up with hunger

to die without love

and to love through death

It’s funny said the bird

flying off into air lightly