I don't know if I'm real
Though I think and I feel
I touch and I see
I breathe and believe
And engage and do
Then a moment comes
A pause
That I wonder 'what is me?'
And I find
I do not have
An answer


An odd perplexing distance
Stretches between that me
The seer in my head
And the water at my feet
The door handle I reach for
The chair I sit upon
And just
Everything
Until I am small within the space
Behind my eyes


Then another moment
The sun shines our from behind a cloud
Or a bright bird flits brightly by
The river ripples gently
And a fish leaps and arches
And something of that place
Becomes me
A corresponding shine
Or flit or ripple or leap
Stirs within my chest
And then quietly recedes
Back into thoughtful silence


A wave settling back into
The great expanse of ocean


Am I real?
I find I have no answer
Except peace

Photo by Rob Wicks on Unsplash

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