I Am

Looking into the deep river

     of my becoming,

I see a child

          in a castle 

          on a hill.

Given a jacket of cement,

Locked into an iron-sided bed,

          Imagination was

          Her only freedom. 

Anticipation is not always a promise.

Disappointment is seldom a disaster.

Loneliness is not isolation.

Homesickness can lead to

          finding a new home. 

Terror, torture and bad times

All swim side by side in the deep river

          of my becoming,

As do the shock of joy, 

The torment of love and

The suddenness of sunshine.

There was no beginning and there will be no end. 

I just am and then I am not.