from a personal "i"
which occupies our days..
so many schedules and accounts
to be settled..
it has long been so
that our i seems stolen
by habits and chores..

one morning
we might float away
to observe from a distance..
an out-of-body excursion
in which our personal i
morphs as I..

solidity spreads and softens
and we find without effort
a new I..which all have
sought..lifelong..but
beneath habits and chores
are darkly concealed.