who am I no question mark
am I my feet inside my shoes. no socks today. a holiday.
am I the feet that when they said, step forward, I did not.
no question mark it’s all continuous
before there was light
picture a blue barn and orange sky
I am not the blue barn. I am.
I am not the orange all around. I am.
each dawn I am, barely visible
some say eyes open is the sun
imagination more than a word
I do not expect you to believe anything you’re seeing or hearing,
and knowing you won’t believe me, that’s the only reason I’m going
to tell you the truth.
Derek DelGaudio, In & Of Itself
arms and chest and hands that’s how they arrive
for a few moments my world is just you.
embrace. I’d forgotten. but now…
the world is every possible way that it can be, including this way here.
are your thoughts affectionate? am I myself?
go ahead define, conscious affection.
am I breaking up & apart? glacial turning back to light?
the world is generous of grace,
yet seems some shy lest you willingly pluck each fruit.
we change. I change.
Not that I’m not the person that my history has grown.
I am. And I’m not the same. Bigger, Smaller, I am both.
and when asked, the word is recognize.
the rest will grow from there.