I sit here
In stillness amidst
The breeze of August’s air
There is a seed of hope
Somewhere flew passed by me
37 how I have been here for that long
& have yet known
Who I am
Even until this very moment
I tenderly look into the pond
Where a glance of my own
Soul glaring against the
Blurry surface of my eyes
& wonder
Again
If I had met myself
What story would I tell her?
I sigh heavily & deeply into
The core of my depth
Oxygen
Of earth
Reaching inside me
Carrying the old dusty memory...