meet yourself

There are times in life —

When aspects of your own identity are revealed to you in ways that —

Make you meet yourself and think, “yes” — by God —

This is me.

This part actually fits, feels right, makes sense — and there’s no need to keep trying on different sizes, styles or colors — well, uh, maybe just for kicks —

Occasionally.

For amusement or a needed change of pace —

In a visit-to-a-foreign-land kind of way.

But once you know yourself — know where you belong —

There’s really no other way —

To be.

I met myself today around Isles.   Not running, but walking.

I am —

Therefore I walk.

I walk.

I walk.

And I listen and look.   Sniff and stretch.  Contemplate —

How all the pieces fit together.

The small dog ahead of me just cocked his right ear.

The man’s hemline is at the water line — his son is in up to his waist.

Oh —  so that’s the house they bought.  Yes, I can see that.

Little floaty white things falling in the sunlight.  Emerging from behind the berm, a family of four.   They pause —

And I mentally frame them up —

Take the shot.

Lovely.

Nice to meet —

me.