"Already Ourselves"

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 "Already Ourselves" 


We are 

Already ourselves 

don't we spend 

the rest of our lives


reaching back to

the stuff of childhood 


honesty 

hope 

passion, untethered 

rest 

wonder 

drive, unfettered 


We are already 

Who we are

Becoming 


You don't have to go, so much 

as you have to return 

Home 

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