I Am me

I am closing these eyes
Breathing deeply…for a moment
I am wiping the sweat from
My brow and furrowed forehead
I am casting one more
Quarter in the wishing well
And praying at the same time
I am double tying my shoes
Extra tight and
checking my fly again
I am casting sideways glances
Into faces I’ve never known
Could they be friend or my neighbor?
I am mostly convinced
Mostly…still riding the fence
Good thing it’s not picket
I am often times wrong
But under my breath I
Will admit it to the confession
Booth of one
I am almost older than
I feel but again
Don’t count on that confession
Either…
I am more than cover art
On the front page
Waist even neck deep
In pages yet unread
I am thankful
Over and over
Again.