Am I This To Be?

The roommates subtle snore
The soft jingle of the cats bell
The click and warm push of the heater
The sad sighs of waves
       Am I this to be?

This social reclusion
Hidden in plain sight
The ignorance of my exhale
The ghost in the room
      Am I always to be this?

Oh! Those elusive gardens of joy
That escape my gaunt gaze
And reject my seed, how
May I reap what they sow?!
      I am more than this!

Still you stand aside and behind
The cattle prod to my lethargic ego,
The rich soil that slumbers and waits...
To ripen all I hope to be
      Are you to be this?

Esteban Luis Soto 2011


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