BECOMING ANOTHER

 

In most of my dreams

I am me

but in some of them

I am someone else

and when I awaken

I wonder who I was.

 

I was a stranger

to myself —

had never met me

until I became the one

I didn’t recognize

who shared in

modest unfoldings

of simple people.

 

I will soon forget the one I was

I think

but will hang onto the feeling

of being other than myself.

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