the components of self:

What is me?

no- really- it’s tough sometimes

to sit still

and see

the leaves through the chlorophyll

let alone the tree

(the forest: another question entirely).

Is me creation,

shades of sky or ocean

sparks of xenon/argon

something new:

or fresh cornflowers sprouting in the lawn?

new thought from out of the --

Is me impatience,

a streetlamp asking to please slow down

(hurry up you might have a chance)

tongues of flame looking round

for more on which to dance?

Is me curiosity:

today we discover

the amalgamate coagulate of the raised values of R and B;

an extra-spectrum, ultra-vantage lamp

revealing microbial camps,

motes of dust,

and other things unseen.

Is me anger,

blood in the brain and the eyes,

heated glass frustrated to glowing

as it melts - hot - sometimes unknowing

as to why?

Is me tranquility,

A quieter, deeper hue of

Neptune in a good mood

Slow,

rippling,

lazy currents…

a slow-moving mass

with three minutes left to get to class?

Is me victory/resilience/stubbornness,

A sunrise, lighting the sky,

Returned by morning after a crippling

defeat to its arch-rival,

Sipping a celebratory glass of

citrus juice?

Maybe.

Maybe it’s not a pick-one or select-all-that-apply,

Because prisms should have gone to school and learned about gradients anyway.

Maybe it’s too many things at once and it’s stupid to split - it - all - up

Because thingsoverlapsometimes.

So

...maybe I am just light.