Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

You May Ask Yourself

image: Uzengia Aleksander Nedic
Did you ever wake up and think
"Where am I?"
Not "Where am I?" but
"Where am I?"
It's an entirely different question 
profoundly more difficult
to answer
the one doing the seeking
the one being sought
(or perhaps not)
It is therefore understandable
why those who find themselves
(that is, lose themselves)
in such circumstances
often may consider it easier
to just go back to

submitted for The Mag: Mag 108



Heaven said...

I only want to know if its week day or weekend. It the latter, I go back to sleep :-)

Fireblossom said...

Happens to me all the time!

Brian Miller said...

hehe...a few times i have lost myself...i think i found myself...i think....

Rachel Hoyt said...

This is a really great poem! I have definitely asked myself that question. It's a tough one, but I think I found me. :)

hedgewitch said...

The who question is almost as bad. Enjoyed this LM--and thanks for the Talking Heads--so few people seem to realize how great their lyrics were.

Helen said...

Putting the emphasis on a different syllable ~ clever, Mouse.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh this is so clever. I relate, I relate. I think mothers especially run into this dilemma.

zongrik said...

we all ask this question

depth of field

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Clever stuff - I would just go back to sleep!

Anna :o]

darev2005 said...

Wheee! Just as soon as I saw that title the song started playing in my head. So I read your poem in David Byrne's voice. That was fun. Then I got to watch the video, too! Yay!

Tess Kincaid said...

Every morning...