Who Am I
I sometimes take pride
While working heavy, and hard
Driven, I hardly Know by who, or what
Or why, even though the tune
Plays over, again and again, and spurns
Me on to new places, new people, and
New things, it seems to me, it’s who
I am, regardless of who I meet, or
Of what the season might be
The environment tells me so
And like fish in their bowl
I’m satisfied with it all.
©2021 Ann Privateer All rights reserved.
Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.