Who Am I?

 

Looking for a poem in a folder I keep, I started reading others and found four on the question of “Who Am I?” That three-word seeker’s question that gets things in a life moving in all sorts of directions, is never wholly answered and keeps things interesting. Better to consider a poem one at a time, so here I begin the first of the next four posts. Inquiries from a part-time poet. 

 

True Spouse

 

Who is this who awakens with me each morning 

 

and walks with me through each day?

 

 

There’s one who, like everyone else, 

 

wants to be like everyone else, 

 

wants to be liked by everyone else, 

 

wants to like everyone else. 

 

 

And then there’s the one that is my true spouse, 

 

who whispers to me the poems or songs 

 

it wants written, the life it wants lived, 

 

the one who nudges me to pay attention to things 

 

            I’d otherwise pass by. 

 

The one who stepped into the party, 

 

                        saw me and exclaimed, 

 

“That’s the one I’m going to marry. 

 

That’s the one I will spend the rest of my life with.”