The poems that I enjoy reading at the moment are poems that extend us as human beings, that help us to answer the question: what is it to be human?

In this poem ‘What’s Human’ the poet Jean Atkin says  ‘we are the dark’ and that we are looking for something in a ‘whorl of galaxies’.

More about the poet Jean Atkin can be found on her website: jeanatkin.com

What’s Human by Jean Atkin

Outside under
this field of stars
in a frost             that slows
the blood

we are the dark.

We hold in a creel
of air
what’s human

and stretch out
our fingertips
to the whorl        of galaxies

to feel for what’s not there.