Sunday, April 28, 2013

how to say this

It is complicated to articulate
a self that's changing, the in-process-being

It is hard to know this self because at any
one moment I could become something new

The something I thought I knew
informing a belief I was sure I had
suddenly dust cupped in my hands

And so

Now I am different than just a moment ago
and I worry that if I tell you who I am
right now, at this seemingly pivotal moment
you'll find me uncertain of certain things
and three minutes from now you'll find a liar

But you see, I'm holding these things sacred
and then wind or maybe it's the breath of God
blows on me and like wishing dandelions do
I vanish

And remain
as something new