I Sing the Song of Being Alive- for Walt Whitman

Three million years of human history and we exist now?
Looking back at mans time spent on this earth i think to myself,
Why us now?
From time that predates time to
this time where time is all that time can afford,
We walk like a schedule to our place in history.
Look at what is happening:
Recession, terrorization, alienation, election.
As people we have sifted through tyrants and prophets
just to be born in this time?
Three million years of philosophers and poets, wars and celebrations
From the mystery of the Sun to Saturn spinning secular circles of disbelief.
Star formation.
To the history of this nation:
colonization, taxation without representation, revolution, articles of confederation, constitution, exploration, emancipation proclamation, assassination, reconstruction, assimilation, industrialization, depression, production, united nations, creation of nations, and not to mention the destruction of them too, domestication, inflation, segregation, more revolution, and more assassination, vietnamization, corruption in the administration, justification. And
After all of that and despite all of that or perhaps all of that we exist now; in this moment.

Three million years of human history and you existed then?
Where you the first to walk upright as if you wanted to
transcend ape intelligence?
Limitation.
Or were you the first the paint on the cave wall,
was it because you felt there was something missing, a lack of depiction?
Creation.
Or were you the first to ask "who am I"?
Speculation.
When Christ came, did you follow him?
Resurrection.
When The Buddha sat, did you join him?
Meditation.
When Gandhi didn't, did you?
Starvation.
When Dr. King spoke, did you listen?
Salvation.
Did you free a nation or enslave it?
Did you partake in what brought the next day?
Did you take advantage of living when you did?

Can I feel you ?
If I reach out my mind-arms will I be able to wrap them around you?
I love you as my own because you are our own.
Unification.
I too sing the body electric
as Walt Whitman once told me,
And time avails not
And distance avails not
He is with me
and I am with you.
Cohabitation.
We are the reproductive manifestation
to one Human civilization. Artfully crafted
from an ingeniously simple idea of family, not violence.
The human spirit does not rise from violence
but in the naked sheets of our lovers
breathing the Kama Sutra.
Not insemination
but mental cognition.
We are not separated by time or place
but by mindset.
We can relate to you,
We know how you feel,
Because you Lived now too.