Perhaps Among Other Things
I build this thing of how I feel and who
I was and what I do to pin down and
get within reach—perhaps among other
things—of who I am and what I want. It’s
on display (this thing), my clumsy efforts
just to see and say and hew through all
the ugly and the beauty—and the freedom,
tense with insistent constraints—of the now
(all of which pass swiftly by). And this I
do to try to know (and yet I never do) a
bit of how to live among you and remain
(and yet so publicly?) as curious and con
tent as humanly I might, while ever near
ing who I truly am and where I best will be.
I build this thing of how I feel and who
I was and what I do to pin down and
get within reach—perhaps among other
things—of who I am and what I want. It’s
on display (this thing), my clumsy efforts
just to see and say and hew through all
the ugly and the beauty—and the freedom,
tense with insistent constraints—of the now
(all of which pass swiftly by). And this I
do to try to know (and yet I never do) a
bit of how to live among you and remain
(and yet so publicly?) as curious and con
tent as humanly I might, while ever near
ing who I truly am and where I best will be.
