a tapestry of unrelated events
strung together to form a life
place a camera in the corner
and reality is now a dream
i feel more like the camera than the actor
observing as if from a distance
the events of my own life
not believing that i am real
in the eyes of others
—
(poem dated 2/24/08)
Who am i
And what do I know
What should I do
And where should I go
Is this all there is
And if not or if so
Does it really matter
What I do or don’t know
Are we in this together
Or in this alone
Do we begin at the beginning
And end on our own
Or is it the opposite
Of all that I’ve known
Can I see anything
That hasn’t been shown
I sit alone
But you are not far away
In the next room
Or in the next life
Either way we are close
And I feel okay
You whisper in my ear
And I write what you say
