Know who I am?

I like music that plays the songs of my heart
whatever that happens to be at the time

I enjoy the rain -- the way it soaks my soul --
and the dance of the leaves that heralds its coming

I live to be with friends, old and new, and discover those
matters which hold life in exquisite tension

I revel as much in the strength and beauty of my body
as in its delicate weakness and unique ugliness

I dance wildly sometimes when I'm alone --
take off the leash and run loose for a bit

I crave the Truth: about myself, my neighbor
and all of life -- as painful or mundanely glorious as it may be

I am not a conserver, but pour out myself as Spirit and Soul direct --
as I feel; I manage to finish the race -- but without a kick

I enjoy the accessories of life: coffee in the morning,
glasses (wearing them or sitting them on a book just so), and costumes

I write more than work at poetry
most things I do, I make into some game

I delight to be with children, before
they learn to wear their masks

I won't make small-talk. I mostly root
around in life's muck until I'm done

I go to ballgames (any sport) to smell
and to taste and to hear and to touch -- the air

I spend Fall and Spring best -- these are the
seasons that herald change -- promise newness

I look for answers -- but I enjoy the search
so much that the finding always brings me down

I don't like eating alone -- but I crave
certain spaces where only God trespasses

I like candles, elegant moments in life
the sensations of the woods and the seashore

I deeply respect the enormous power of words and
symbols -- to which physical violence cannot compare

I am growing to a place where I can be grateful for friends
without sacrificing Truth for their friendship

I have, since before my birth, struggled to discern God's
voice which moves and breathes in me

I struggle still, but I know God made me good
and I am not ashamed to say so