I daydreamed the places I'd go,
the sights I'd see-
but no one told me the people I'd be.
How the things I’d know-
That I could be,
more than one me.
Philosophy I'd held as identity,
could be ransacked &
something raw and tender.
I'd defy attributes
so vehemently considered my nature, and
the relationships I'd make would become like a mirror.
I pictured the planes, trains, and cars-
but not the fractals of my heart
they would continually move,
yet, frozen in history.
among all these,
there is one me-
but a me,
that only exists in this moment of time,
by those places and people and experiences combined-
and in every passing moment-
I'm leaving her behind!
That girl, in that place, with those people, and that time.
This poem came sitting in my stomach before a last minute trip to yosemite.