Beyond

When you left the tribe,
scared, certainly, and alone, you didn't know where you would end up.
The cultural editors that for so long had directed your being without your knowing
faded into the background, surrounded now by so much new noise.

Beaches and beasts and growing beyond,
new, intelligent brains and gloves to make music,
evolved into something no one recognized, least of all you.

And each morning you looked at the sky
and wondered how it came to be
and if you could really love yourself, still,
without knowing exactly what that was.