These things are mine (a poem)

Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano is to write a poem that describes and/or defines who you are. I was a little hesitant, as that feels like the only thing I normally write about, but I gave it a shot anyway…

This quiet presence is mine
a Sunday afternoon in the shade
on the other side of the line
between sunlight and shadow

thinking about what it might be like
to live out loud in the light

This calm demeanor is mine
the surface of a calm lake
on a windless afternoon
between the sun and the storm

A squall is brewing underneath
played out in dreams marking restless sleep

This deliberate pace is mine
a steady motion undeterred
by interruptions and disruptions
between steps along the winding path—

all the better to mask the confusion
that whips me back and forth past possible solutions

This contradiction is mine
the cover story behind which I hide
the expectations confounded again
between the things I do and the things I want to do

Somewhere is a place where all will resolve
a moment where there is an answer to the call

(7 June 2015)