i am the writing on the wall,
a crucial part of a design.
i am splatter covered canvas
which was once a simple white.
in a blooming coral reef.
i am the other side you find
across the bridge that spans your grief.
i am the process of a poet's
passion project weaving words.
i am a new special occasion
celebrating what's deserved.
i am a sculpture finally finished
on a carpenter's old lathe.
i am a busy type of pattern
that cannot be free of stain.
i am emerging from the cracks
across a person frozen over.
i am the water dearly needed
by a field of four-leaf clovers.
i am one thousand grains of sand
dispersed across a moving beach.
i am the villain of the lesson
that you still refuse to preach.
i am a creature that resides
within the ocean that i breathe.
i am a new piece of identity
that's begging to be seen.
i am something in the words
woven too deeply to deny.
i am the landscape in the background
of the portrait that you find.
i am descended from the people
i am singing from within the bounds
i am a tape of California
and the ocean that she sees.
i am a grown NICU survivor
slowly learning how to eat.
i am looking at the future
and i'm learning from the past.
i am the pieces of a home
that was too transient to last.
i am everything i say that
i'd forgotten i could be.
i am the writing in this poem
which speaks poésie to me.