audacious humanity

 humanity is so audacious

mere specks in the universe

yet believing, knowing, we are so valued

we cannot look into someone's eyes

and only see iris and pupil

but rather the ocean that is someone's soul

we cannot endure the various events in our lives

without infusing a meaningful storyline

to make sense of it all

we cannot be thrown into this earth's inevitable woes

without kicking and screaming,

demanding reprieve from whatever deity we imagine

some of us put words into books in just the right way

so that others of us will read them and be moved

to tears,

to anger,

to action.

others of us spend hundreds of hours 

practicing,

painting,

training

for concerts, games, portraits

that the rest of us specks decide are very important

we demand more than this world could ever give us

justice

rightness

love

belonging.

As if tiny dots can demand something from our whirling planet

And yet, somehow, we know we can.

Rather, we must.

Something within us claims that love is ours.

Justice must be true.

Music must be sung.

Stories must be told.

And our bodies must be more

than mere dust.