A Moment Of Us, We, It, Now.

A Moment of Us, We, It, Now.

How beautiful it is;
The white of my eyes have begun to permeate with outstretching lines of pinks and reds.
When the poet writes,
What does the reader wish to read?
A moment of truth?
Beauty?
Reality?
Or perhaps likewise to reality,
Honest fiction?

Well,
Here it is:

I as a 21 year old being,
Am constantly at the foot of experience-kissing at the very feet.
The time is 2:36 early or late- depending on your perception of the hours of the day.
And what is it that I’m doing?
I am writing,
As many who have written before me and will after.
Yet, that very statement-"I am writing"-strikes me as untrue.

Because who am I really?
Who are you really?

That seems to be the burning question many find themselves asking.
Some will say they are their names.
Some, their chosen identity.
Some, nobody at all.

I would say-if I must- that I am what always was,
What always will be.
And that goes without me saying.

I had no say in my eyes meeting this world,
My breath, drawing and releasing,
For the touch of another,
For the infinite thoughts and ever expanding universe and glorious creative creation.

No, no.
This has always been.
And when I pen “This”,
"T-H-I-S",
It has always been and shall forever be,
Now.

So who am I?
Well, I don’t exist.
Not in that sense anyhow.

There is only one that exists,
And that is,
Us,
We,
It,
Now.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when i write, i feel more like a conduit...not really responsible for what i write...more like the muse just speaking through me with whatever words she gives me.
do i exist as a poet? not really sure i do, but i know one thing...the words themselves exist...and that is most important...the words need to be remembered, not the poet.
so in a sense, i have always asked this question----do i really exist? does it matter?
the words do....so there...
and i really like this write...and so many of us can relate to it.
j.

[Mark Mendoza]

Beautifuly put j. What is a poet if not a glimmering light of the beautiful that is you-us.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but i surely love being amongst the poets on this site...
honored to be in their company....
much inspiration comes from reading them.

j.