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 —
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 —
I met myself today around Isles. Not running, but walking.
I am —
Therefore 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.
Nice to meet —