Who am I?
I am not the wind or the sunlight,
though I have stood within them
and felt their kisses and caresses on my skin.
I am not the ocean or the rain
though both have caught me unaware
as I walked to school as a child,
or along the yellow shore, ignorant of the coming tide.
I am not the eggplants and zucchini
growing in my garden, though
they have sustained me
and made me smile with pride.
I am not my family, though
goodness knows how I have tried,
to please and become them,
they, the only ones closest to me, I know.
I am myself.
But I have not yet discovered who that is.
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