What am I

Travelling through the prevailing winds,
Pondering where did my life really begin.
What's it in some long forgotten tomb,
Or inside a loving mother's womb.

I have no concept of what I am,
Who I am, yet I know I am important.
Important as the living sea below me,
With all the creatures that I can see.

That lived their lives below me,
Is that why sometimes the clouds they cry?
No I don't know who I am, or what I am,
As important as I am, I don't know what I am;
Who or what am I?






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Written on 2026-08-11 at 15:25

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Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Alan,

This is a beautiful, thoughtful piece of self-reflection. I don't know you except for on here and I know a bit about who I believe you are. You are a loving husband, a thankful grandfather, a wonderful poet, a friend to many, a person who has persevered and continue to persevere through hardships of many kinds.

But this poem is deeper than that. One thing I believe strongly is that no matter from whence we came, we will continue to exist past this body's expiration date, our spirit eternal.

Sincerely,
Melinda
2026-08-11