Evidence of Me

DanonVacationThat’s not who you are
someone said to me–
he seemed too sure.
You don’t show who you are,
someone else said–
he seemed perplexed

I checked the mirror for a clue
but there was no reflection
offering a cue or hint
of who was looking back
or what was true
I couldn’t tell

Another said, it changes
with the light,
the way your irises
engage your sweater.
No wonder they’re confused.
I empathized.
I wondered what to do . . .
how to get me coming through
so that I’m seen . . .
so there’s no doubt

I note what seems
to be the solid forms
of those who mill about me.
They must know the means
for making themselves clear.
They must understand
what makes a point of view
a point that’s fixed,
that doesn’t move,
that’s dense enough
to hold onto.

I tell myself
it’s all in the eyes–
the ones beholding.
I trust the audience
to find what resonates.
I take some comfort
in that sort of prayer.
It’s reassuring,
like a train you know
will be arriving,
a hope that I’ll be found
where someone’s looking.
I’ll be then and there . . .
in the flesh and blood,
some evidence of me
filling up the senses,
the substance of me
in good hands,
willingly unfolding.

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About Dan

Published novelist, poety, essayist, photographer and college educator. Visit me at www.firstadream.com.

Posted on September 7, 2009, in Self Development. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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