Nature, Even Now

In a dark theatre,

the music swells and

the hair on my arms suddenly 

stands at attention.

I’m sure in the past,

this special quirk served a

Serious Purpose.

But now it is just a reminder

of what humanity once was.

Is it for the same reason that

My Love rises with the sun,

but I rise when it’s already

high in the sky?

Is it for the same reason that

some have lofty ambitions?

Those that seek to lasso the sun

right out of the sky.

And the others

that look to be small,

to go from day to day, 

not trying to soak up

too much attention.

Neither group is wrong.

But if there are these two types,

Big and Small.

Tell me,

why do I wish to walk 

both paths—

under the sun

but holding it?