The Forest Hums

D’you ever hear 
The forest humming
That your flesh 
Has strayed too far
From its soil?

Lying here 
Beneath its canopy 
The breeze whispers
As though it knows me 

It hopes I will remember
That a white man’s definition
Of humanity
Has excised me
From the earth

Has handed me loneliness 
Has put me in a box 
And called me different 
From the birds and the trees 
The elephants and the grasshoppers
The grasses and the anemones

Well, I am
But also, I’m not

I am human
And also an animal
And also nature 
And also a patchwork of stardust
And feelings

Interwoven with others’ feelings
Kept alive by the breath of the trees
And a constellation of animal hearts.