I am all

A lily does not wonder of its place in the meadow, a fly cares not that it’s a pest, it knows only duty.

But this question haunts us, where do we fit in this world.

Why am I here, what is my purpose?

What will be engraved on my tombstone?

What is my legacy?

Daughter

Mother

Sister

Aunt

A friend and confidant

I am all and they are me

But

What if I am also

A writer, a poet, an adventurer…. A muse.

I wonder about myself.

To my lovers, my family, I am a character.

A part played on their stage.

At times I am a stranger to myself

Then at times I am a comfort to my busy mind.

The questions rattle endlessly in these tangled weedy thoughts.

What if as a child I’d been loved?

What if at 60 I find my place in someone’s heart?

What if at 43 I am broken, just shy of repair only to find myself at 45?

My ultimate desire is to be important

And my greatest fear, to be forgotten.

My voice not carrying through the centuries. A lineage lost.

What if I’m remembered as I wish.

Lover, creator, activist, healer.

I am them and they are me.

But also

Fair hair, light eyes, beauty all they care to see.

My layers deep and unseen to the bare eye.

Hidden for eternity.

I am small.

I am the expanse.

I am forgettable.

I am extraordinary.

See destiny in my eyes

The trace of linear knowledge breaking a curse.

Will they hear my oracle voice?

After all,

I am these words and they

are me.