I begin today
In a way
That surprises even myself
I speak politely
To the birds
And defer to the ants
That patrol my path
I lose myself
In the breeze
That moves in from the west
There is a part of me
That longs to forget itself
But it would only join
The rest of me
That itself is long-forgotten
Strange happenings
When the deaf are made to hear
And the blind to see
And the lame to walk
Strange occurrences
Wish there were more
To go around
Our paths crossed
Before we were born
Lacking nuance
With no field of vision
