YOU

YOU

You are more than your work, 

More than punching in, procedure, pennies piling up.

You are more than obedience to corporate protocol,

More even than the spouse of a sweet man

Who follows you even when unwise to do,

More than a mom of a curly girl loving lavendar.

You are more than your birthplace,

Class creed creedo color conversation.

On the shore's edge, on the ledge,

Wind in your hair.

A chortle rising from your gut,

Standing heart-stopping still for a moment,

Lost in the stare, the windy air, no one there,

But the rush of the breeze, ease,

You ---are life itself and part

Of the heart of all that lives.