it doesn’t take much we’ve not come as far as we presume
after all my uncle walks on his knuckles rising giggles from the three foot tall crowds
we have the technology all tools to teach us this baseline of being-
a care for how word is reached and received
a warmth of attention at all hours of the day
a detailed giving of energy not surrendered for anything other–
than death
then death
my most heartened realizations are this
when I am best I do not know myself
are the birds this naive never seeing their beak collecting the satisfaction of their body
or the squirrels we say squirreling away do they do so sightless of the long arms
the happy chirping and twitting that is their own throat
when I stand before my most favored treasures the skin and skim of surface delights
the touch is this me surrendered abstractly to the nature of my origins
the will to be closer to the likes of the animal
me