AM

In the moments before sleep
my lonely soul

Covered over all day
People
Things
Social
Escaping myself

Till I’m alone
faced with me

Am I to be a mirage
evanescent as could’s shadow
skimming a meadow

No
No I say

I make choices
Am in control

I AM

Till pillowed head
asks

Am what?

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About Michael Resman

I'm a retired pediatric Occupational Therapist. I now write books and serve as Clerk of the Rochester MN Monthly Meeting. I've helped helped edit WCTS and serve as the organizer for our gatherings. Since July 5th, I'm a grandpa!

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