Being Me
by Thomas Redoubt
Being me,
I wake each morning
as the birds do,
flitting from branch to branch,
singing, preening, looking this way and that,
listening for answers to my calls,
seeing yesterday's world for the first time again.
Being me,
I surround myself
as a child does,
with things that make me happiest,
my toys, my friends, my fantasies,
all those things that trumpet how special I am,
playing at being grown up as a game I always win.
Being me,
I radiate ceaselessly
as the sun does,
sending out light and heat in all directions,
blowing my solar wind across the universe,
directing the casting of shadows,
enjoying being the center of everything.
Being me
never gets boring,
except when it does
and when that happens
I just pretend it's morning again
and the birds are about to sing.
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Thomas Redoubt is from Freedom, Pennsylvania, a small town on the Ohio River north-west of Pittsburgh and now lives in Allison Park, Pennsylvania. He was trained in science and law spent the first half of his non-literary career as a materials science researcher and the second half as a lawyer and law school adjunct professor. Redoubt has a passion for writing poetry and sees poetry as the epitome of one person to communicate his/her thoughts and feelings to another.
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