I am my past.
I am memories.
I am from days faded, and
from nights never ending.
I am food coloring and
feet not grazing the ground.
Dreams grazing the sky.
I am sundaes on Sunday,
and pancakes for lunch.
I am Oma’s blaukraut:
a smell you can taste.
I am leaf piles and driveway sledding.
Window goodbyes and sheltering hugs.
I am days spent doing everything, but nothing at all.
I am my present.
I am memories captured.
Disagreements and accord.
I am loved “to the sun, the moon, the stars and back,”
the reminder I will never be alone.
I am the world.
the well traveled,
from destinations remote.
I am cavemen and ice cream:
the perfect combination lifestyle.
I am late night goodbyes and morning well wishes.
I am car dancing.
I am singing to the radio, a little off key,
where there is no communication barrier.
I am the over thinker and the nonchalant.
That give me a glimpse of life.
I am my future.
I am feeling too much, and not enough.
I am eyes,
seeing what others seem to overlook.
I am escapes
I am spending more time enjoying. More time feeling.
Just more time.
I am worrying,
up late at night.
I am too many thoughts, and not enough words.
I am writing:
my hands speaking,
saying the things I cannot out loud.
I am long thoughts, and
I am thoughts and aspirations that are uncertain.
I am the great beyond.
I am my past, my present, my future.
The memories, and the dreams.
I am ME.