When am I?

Tuesday, May 2, 2023

When am I alive?

The ink line separating me from my mother

Smudged by nature’s thumb

Beyond the senses that I possess

Or those I progress

A single cell that multiplies

Like the great ancestor

Eventually realizes that it is

Am I it?

A loneliness felt between past and future

A restrictive flatland of time and space

Vast dimensions

Many to be imagined

Most unimaginable

If I can feel my limits

I can feel myself