I am

a book: pages

curling,

quarreling,

whirling, I’m

telling

a story

on a page with

numbers, and

rhymes.

I

am a scene: I’m

the very place where

poems unlimited

are acted: I

am the set where

Polonius

is stabbed, or

Ophelia

dies young.

I

am a story

Yet to be told. I’m

waiting. Baited--

breath. I’m

happening

now.

here.

this.

forever--

but I’m more than a page,

than a stage, I’m

more than a book, I’m

sure, I’m

more, I’m

this, I’m

me.