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Sep 2020
What am I?
never mind
I've no name

you do not see my face
a nobody of the human race

yet I breathe and move
invisible in every place

I have life
am never static
though to no abode
do I stick


I drift and I wander
in infinite space


I am change
constant flux
transformation
a crossover from yesterday
a moment in time's spectrum
a bridge to future's way

whether night or day
in silence you can feel me
in the smile of the child
the warmth of the mother
holding her tiny one
the  kind stretching hand
reaching out to the destitute
the lonely, the desolate
the marginalised
the forgotten women and men

the stars and the moon
they keep me company

like all of you
sadness moves me
to tears-
mankind lives
in melancholy

at the deepest hour of night
when gentle breezes distil the air
you would find my whisper there
* after Walt Whitman and Emerson
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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