I have never been someone -
Anyone! - other than I
Speaking here of feet,
Eyes, ears, nose, skin, and, tongue.
Not mere shoes!
How would it feel then, (one fine day)
To awaken as another?
In thought, memory, and dream
Preference, manner, affection
In appearance, relation, in obsession
Would I still be I, and recall
What yesterday felt like?
Or will I have forgotten me;
A faded gong once the hour is past;
Stillness following the ripple...
Has this already happened?
This morn when we awoke
Do I write as Another
In unwitting salute to the I that was...But yesterday?
Am I you? Are you me, right now?
Through time and space, hurtling
Being one another - Aren't then,
Love, rage, envy, lust, pity, hate, empathy
Rather dipped in irony?
Heady thoughts to assail our heart,
And on sated stomach, this Friday afternoon!
Bladder girded, leaping into revelry,
I bequeath the inevitable hangover
To you; for tomorrow!
