What if ?

What if ?

What if it turns out that “I” am the poem

and I’m not really here at home

It scares me a little ~ well a lot

that “I” am not who I thought

You are what you think, said Christ,

and He was absolutely right

So I wait in the darkness at home

alone,

after I’ve turned out the light,

at night,

and think

about what it means

to be at home

in a link of my own,

as ink in a poem,

It scares me a little ~ well a lot

that “I” am not who I thought 

ldn