Here I Am
Here I Am What I brought with me, was probably not the best choice. But I wanted it. And you are probably wondering, what it is I brought with me. I suppose you think I’m going to begin with a list of provisions. But the truth is I brought nothing. I came with nothing. And this body was here for me.It has been quite a curious experience. I’m not sure if I brought my breath, or if breath is what i was. Maybe just some kind of spark of humanity to inhabit this corporal self. A spark begun, or lit 63 years ago. It seems so odd that we just kind of take for granted that we exist. I’ve been getting up recently thinking how tickled I am that I am here again. Like the movie Groundhog Day, only instead of it being the same, it is a different day. But I’m the constant. And I've been this constant since I came out of my mother. But where was i before that? Or was I? And will I be Me when I leave?