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.
 
 
 
 
blue barn & orange sky painting by Maria Poroy