Who are you now?

Who are you now?

I thought to understand

What lay behind your eyes

In the swirl of the iris

As it dilates

The way it changes

In different light

From blue to brown

Then green

As well as I understood

My own silent

Meditations,

Narcissistic ruminations.

Who are we

If not what we see,

Looks can change

In the passing of a day.

Is it in the voice

Or smile,

The familiar touch,

The smell

At the nape of the neck

We come to know

Each other

And in this recognition

Find ourselves.

Are we intention

Meeting interaction

And in this intervention

Is manufactured

A unique reaction

To the process

Of the world,

Which by and by

Brings us to this

Multiple representation

Of what we choose to call

Ourselves.

Then what of

Thoughts

And hard fought victories

As simply slip away,

Escape into the widening

Singularity

The space between

What was known

Of all we were

And what we might have been,

A distance too great

A negotiation.

When every proposition,

Old or new,

Lies just beyond our grasp

Who are we then

When what was won is lost

With little consolation

In the losing,

If what has been

Is gone,

Holding on to

Who we are

And what is done

Is surely

Worthy of its cost.