I am the white bear loping over a thinning ice bridge;
I am the ginger-striped cat curled on the sunlit windowsill.
I am the light-footed dancer & the heavy boots;
I am the nimble-fingered crafter, the blade-handed warrior.
I am the thick & the thin, the dry & the wet.
I am the budding branch dripping sap;
I am the fallen leaf limp on the earth.
I am muscled thighs clenched & fierce;
I am the soft hand that turns away wrath.
I am skin & salt, blood & bruise.
I am the defender of innocents;
I am the victim of abuse.
I am the fretful child whimpering in the night;
I am the cradling arms, whispering, shhh, shhh.
I am the song, the singer, the silence.
I am coffee in the noisy smoke-filled room;
I am the child that hides under the chair.
I am the scythe-dulling chicory, & the hothouse rose;
I am the red silk sheath, & the sensible shoes.
I am barley & rye, copper & quip.
I am the scattering sizzle of electronic dust;
I am the hoarder of memories & books.
I am the ache of what could not be healed;
I am the shock of what could not remain.
I am the same, the sane; I am exotic, eccentric.
I am the shy shoulder flinching when touched;
I am the bold smile that flirts too much.
I am the friend that sees and says no;
I am the lover that always says yes.
I am amnesia, I am attention, I am always.