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Who I am
is at odds with the post-modern universe
From time to time
who I am is unavoidable
Who I am
wrestles to face the day
and to rise and walk
Did I ask to be who I am?
Did some cosmic forethought
of my personage examine mankind
and pick and choose those qualities
thought to be most admirable?
And did I then petition the Father
saying, His will over all
yet if I might could I be made like this?
Dash it all to my common sense,
let not reason prevail!
Who is that speaking, saying,
"Move outside of what’s comfortable,
dare to be displaced..."
But is it about comfort?
Does not the artist feel in his own
when faced with a blank canvas?
Then why would he seek to be a merchant?
Does not the orator find comfort
before the crowd.
Why then would he desire to sweep floors?
And the craftsman is consoled
by the feel of wood in his hands.
Would he not be foolish to forsake it?
I seek not to change but fulfillment,
I look not towards what is foreign
but to purpose,
I argue not that my plight comes
For purity is something only
afforded the innocent.
I have always said that I feel
like I’m on the outside,
but perhaps now I know.
© 1999 (23 january) john r. chase