Human Bean

Because the sun is speaking to me
It’s telling me go walk about,
Little bird talk about,
Talk about the precious things,
The things that make you live and sing.
Because I’m young and shiny,
Like lemondrops and ivy,
The sea is begging me to come and ride,
The waves crashing on my softer side,
Are pushing me under the curling rip,
Begging me to get at life and take a sip.
Because I’m strong and sweet,
The little vibrations surround my feet,
Begging me to walk a new path,
Longingly searching for the sublime,
The mud on my heels so new and so fine,
More like silt upon my soul,
The earth spins round as I piece together a whole.
One = one and so do I,
A little assurance, a couple of tries,
Give way to the natal enigma of rebirth,
The sack around me nourishing my worth,
To prick and break through,
To breathe and renew,
To dance and begin,
To fight and to sing,
To chant and to bend,
To swagger and strut,
To dilly and dally,
To be regarded a nut,
The opposite,
The dark,
The light,
The search,
The worry,
The surf,
The mountain,
The goat,
The pea green sail boat…
No matter the tides,
Whatever the moons,
To hold my stomach,
To regard my kiss,
To read my words,
To ponder my gifts,
To care what you think,
To push to the brink,
To not give a damn,
To unplug the sink.
Momma, I say, don’t cha feel,
The earth pushing me forward,
My legs starting to reel,
It’s tyme ta go walk about…It’s tyme ta do wha I feel,
To rustle my hair,
To throw it all in the air,
I say, oh I say,Birdy wanna go play.