Am I a shadow? Is that why nobody knows,
the things that I think, the things that I show.
Am I a dandelion in a field full of sunflowers?
Hidden by petals up there on the tower.
Am I the soft breeze that blows in a storm
I really do wonder if I even have form.
Am I the mist hidden by the sea’s spray
would anyone know if this mist didn’t stay?
Am I anything other than toil
or am I simply the left over soil?
Karen Hayward ©2015