This poem, which first appeared in the collection of poems I published here last year, was recently published in the Summer 2018 issue of Tokens. Since Tokens is not available online (and has a rather limited circulation!), I thought I’d post it here. I don’t like trying to explain my poetry before someone reads it–if I could do that why would I write the poem in the first place?–so I’ll leave you to read it without any further noise on my part.
What am I?
Why this question,
this overweening want
to pin myself down to know
that I am this and not that, to show
that I can be shown: a label of some worth—
a word, a name, enunciated, spoken so—
as though I might be that and not this
for all the endless ever-mores?
When all I ever am and all
that I can ever be