LOOK AT ME

I am a bear.

But am I really?

My identity is caught

mid-stream.

Can you help me out?

When you look in my eyes

what do you see?

Do you see you or

do you see me?

No longer a living tree,

what have they done to me?

Cast into the scuzzy borders

of someone else’s reality (yours).

Caught in the net of your own

imagination, fake firefly in a jar.

Who am I to you? Who are you to me?

Shells, washed up on imaginary

beaches, carry life forms, sometimes

not.  Look in your mirror and see

is it you or me caught in transit?

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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4 Responses to LOOK AT ME

  1. bethanyk says:

    Very very cool!!!!

    Like

  2. E says:

    Compassion for a whittled stump. Well, I love the bear. ❤️

    Like

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