“Because I Am”
Because I am I cannot doubt;
Because I asked the Muses much too much,
I found their questions only came when answers touch
The one who’d truly asked, a sudden thrall, another bout
Of wonderful, indeed as are they all, but not from inside out
But more than likely from a shirt I’d borrowed, shoes, and such
Accoutrements as pleased them all, my ëgo’s crutch,
Evasion and a sense of powers dark and sinister with clout
Enough to raise a summer’s gnats as armies in profusion
Reigning at the meadow’s edge no longer than the lightning lasts but flashes.
Yes, I always ran but found my way back home again for more–
In time, of course I found no one knocking at my door or keeping score,
Although these doubts I found to be the food of courage, yes; and fusion,
When it came left nothing but the need for rain to cool the coals and ashes.