THE FLEETING SELF
Corvallis, July 4th, 2022 – P#776
sometimes
I seem to have forgotten
who I was
what I’ve done
who I am
I look at my work
sometimes with a sense
of incredulity:
how did this happen?
could I’ve really done this?
who was this me
that wrote all this,
said all this,
did all this?
I feel like a stranger to myself
and all is just a distant dream,
a distant memory, perhaps:
oh, surely, I do remember
eventually:
yet the incredulity
remains
and so I float
in the in-between
between past and future
one known, but dimming,
the other, unknowable:
look I
at my selves that were
hope and fear I
for my selves that will be:
and am utterly confused I
about my self
in this moment
so fleeting
Erratic Attempts 