All Our-Selves

 

There are days

when it is easier to find

the pieces of my me

than on other days

when they hide in

obscurity.

A shadow just behind

my image, a sliver

of me just out of reach

of the whole.

The days are by far

the rarest when I may

muster

full attendance of

all the many parts.

Those days I celebrate,

those days we celebrate

that we are more likely

to uncover some glory.

Our likelihood of transcendence

can only come when we allow

the many shades of we

to be present and whole with

each other. And, not

just in my me,

but in our WE.

This poem of mine is perfectly paired with a piece by Local Artist MALCOLM CORLEY entitled “MALCOLM”. Malcolm is 22 years old. Malcolm’s painting is used with permission and may be seen amid his full collection at: MALCOLMSTILES.com Be sure to support LOCAL ARTISTS. Malcolm's Tiles word hive: a space for poets