Being Myself

Today I did not have to do anything
but be myself

This is the way it is with you: subterfuge
leaves the building, windows wide open
doors ajar, breeze comes through clean as a whistle
cleans from lid to floorboards
wall to wall no dust on baseboards

Here a documentary of our life plays
without script, unfolding as it is
widespread as prairie, Sierra high

fifty miles off, each peak clear
without mendacious atmosphere—
a veritas fest!

—with you the jangled stuff
that sets the world on edge
has come to rest

by Jim Culleny


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