This poem was recently published in the Summer 2018 edition of the magazine Tokens. Since Tokens is not available online, I thought I’d post it here.
What am I?
Why this question,
this overweening want
to pin myself down to know
that I am this and not that, to show
that I can be shown: a label of some worth—
a word, a name, enunciated, spoken so—
as though I might be that and not this
for all the endless ever-mores?
When all I ever am and all
that I can ever be