Portrait of A Self

Here, inside myself,

though never quite alone,

I’m waiting to be met,

to be ordinary,

to be other

than imaginary.

To be a story of becoming

where there’s context 

within faith

and all things make sense

with no chronicles of unbecoming.

Here the act of survival 

is dreaming of walking into, 

then under, 

water.

How is surviving better?

—Ed Sancious