Who am I? ha!ha! (mocking, teasing) Why do you ask? I see your scales weighing me. How's the view down that nose with lifted chin and heightened brow. You don't know what to make of me. You think you're in the freak show - the theatre of the absurd. Let me guess, you have a hard time getting a reed on me. You sense a wall you have yet to encounter. You see color and then that color morphs in the moment the name hits the saliva at the tip of your tongue. The words I speak do not clarify the judgments of your thoughts. You want to call me a mystery, yet too simple. You want to call me simple, yet, I'm not that. (Curious and mocking) Am I seeking a guide... or guiding? The teacher or the student? Do I need comfort or ...should you cower?! (Curious tone) Is that a face, or a mask? Are the emotions exposed, or buried under the green grasses that took to topsoil? If you want to know me, ... stop thinking, and feel. (HEARTBEAT, DEEP) Feel the pounding of my heart that pours like smoke in a still breeze. Feel the ebb and flow of the light-waves distorted by my vessel. Feel the spectrum of color that carries the notes of my soul. ?Who AM I? (Dismissive) I have no earthly idea! and neither do you. Poem.
