Another cold
spring morning dawns, when the spring question
asks itself again, and again after more than half
a century of spring questions
What is this mind I
walk around in?
What am I looking for ?
I am - I am who I am looking for.
I am who I want to be.
What if
every one of us 7 billion
wanted most to be
ourselves, and knew
knew like warm sun on the face what that feels like
without trying.
What if we wanted just this body here,
not someone else's, not rich
not younger - only
who and what our first baby soul felt
when we first smiled tentatively at the world.
