Poem 4-11-26

I know I must bend like a willow

with people I've only just met,

but when they stare at me blankly,

how can I ever forget?

The idea of people at all

of course is only of mind,

so why do my feelings persist

and not allow me to unwind?

Personhood comes and it goes

for happy and sad times, both.

"I am" puts it on and removes it

just like a piece of old cloth.