can we be real-real for a moment?
Can we admit to one another . . .
. . . soul to soul . . . . . . spirit to spirit . . . . . . adult to adult . . .
that it’s a bit humbling really . . .
to have to sit above our own biological processes . . . . . . right over our own stink . . .
. . . even ever so briefly for some and way too long for others, it would seem . . .
. . . and all of the rest of us in between . . .
—it’s almost humiliating—
insulting to my finer sensibilities,
to my educational and occupational accomplishments,
to my creative and conceptual higher understandings
to be sitting thusly
I’ve come to accept that my biology
produces smelling salts for my soaring spirits,
for my runaway brain’s imagining greatnesses . . .
I am reminded that the purpose of my humanity is not to deny it or to outgrow it,
but to grow spiritually into it.