© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake

 

Can I be me
Unaided and alone
Nor slave to any one
Defining role

A forest me
Erect within a field
Absorbing floral scents
And they are me

A cat is me
The puma’s steady gaze
Would daunt, intimidate
Becoming me

Still I am me
Celestial stars above
Consuming, hallowing
Envelop me

And I am me
My nature not defined
Nor Heaven split apart
For all are me