Me! Me! Me!

‘it is not the unbearable lightness of being, it is the unbearable lightness of being something’ (Milan Kundera)

I am a dark musty cupboard I’m a dusty kettle-drum Beaten under the cosmic fires

I am an unwanted prostitute retired and unretiring

I’m a 70’s disco dancer I am a can opener

I’m a pack of dogs pissing out their territory

I am a law unto myself I’m learning to love myself and wear it like a second skin a silken throw

I am pain that pains itself the sly questioner the cautious underwriter wise beyond years but a fool every day and I play

I’m a stone’s throw from me and no I am not a tree Though I may be gravity looked on negatively

I am journeying to find more me (ah!) bitter irony

I’m the cry of the kite in flight though my wing-span exceeds their velocity

I am none of these I care so little for identity to find myself I am prepared to wait I must wait I wait

As nature abhors a vacuum a little clearing space flowers joyfully under a caring watchful eye.