Who I Am
This moment is, but is not
who I am. A poet finds magic
in the beat of a heron’s wing
and both joy and sorrow
in a setting sun. Rising mid-night
to check on a daughter’s well being
is a part of fatherhood, as is finding perfection
in one’s child. Being driven to provide,
I know I have delivered. Taking fifty photos
of an iris in bloom is merely an appreciation
for beauty. All of nature is perfection,
whether on a coral reef or a backwoods trail,
and I have recognized it. Knowing
true friendship is as important as returning it,
in kind. Offering to others what one
would have for oneself is a given.
Given a choice of any one of these,
I choose all. That is who I am.
This poem is my response to MTB: I am, The First Person Narrative, from Grace at dVerse Poets Pub, with the prompt to write “to the First Person Narrative,
using ‘I am’ as part of our poem.”
I may have retired from a career of handling and delivering freight,
but I have not retired from any other aspect of this.