What I Am (A Memoir Poem)

I am the summer spent at the library,

Sunscreen beneath chilled sweaters

Where we drew until the lights blinked shut.

I am the autumn covered hills,

The walk where I shared my identity musings

Through a poem with Mother,

And it padded down with us on cat paws.

I am the raindrops on my car window (like tears),

Waterholes for the dinosaurs.

The black and gray mingled fatally.

I am the swing on the ceiling,

Blue like the wide wide sky,

Blue with my simple joy.

I am the store overflowing with shoes,

The floor tumbling with sneakers, heels, boots,

Where I hit an old lady (by accident, of course,

But does she care?)

I am the wedding night of the weeping moon.

Dark with the absence of sleep.
Bland like the strawberry and cream cake.

 I am the museum with the stairs

And automobile fried chicken, The hands with one band each.
I am the carbonated water with ice,
The turtles sleeping in the pond,
And the foreign farewell.
I am the cold night beneath covers,
The cat under the truck,
The secret revealed.