Animal

It's near sunset;
blue skies;
pink clouds.
orange-colored sun
lets me know its time to run
A beaten-down sandy path
in-between whispering trees,
the leaves rustling a vibrant green dance
I'm caught in natures trance;
allured by the fresh oxygen
pumping through my veins
I awaken, once again
running full-throttle
I imagine myself a hunter-gatherer, in battle
surviving other animals
surviving hunger
feeding off nature
And nature feeding off me
A perfect circle
This run, just a hurdle
I become wild, an animal
my afro no longer a style,
but just fur--warmth;
my brown skin belonging to no "race;"
just nature's camouflage.
All social-constructs now a big joke; laughable
A green butterfly crosses my path,
simple, elegant--living just a few days.
I'm a "god" in comparison with that math,
living a thousand butterfly years!
Ego's taking-over, separating me from all
but is quickly snarled-down:
For we come and go;
Our existence nothing more than a blip in space.
Life so meaningful, yet meaningless.
Balance:
I stay grounded,
but am not afraid to fly,
My breathing and heart-beat sped,
time slows down to a crawl,
Now meaningless in nature;
the setting sun my clock.

                                                                                    Abdulziz Ugas