When does wondering like a bird
or walking and working like a deer
swirl one into a natural human?
Does the natural human swear like
a vulture? Praise like a pack of coyotes?
Volunteer to stay put like a tree?
Or does the natural human become alive
as the four in the morning damp
inspires the mushroom to appear?
What is the value of the natural human?
To transcend value? Is this why there were
so many animals in Zarathustra? Does the
natural human give up on humans,
natural or otherwise? This would be
the natural thing to do.
It might be nice
to remain
a little bit unnatural.
Roman Ryan 