Ego Eimi

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Marco Brown flickrhivemind.net

We’re here
I think of the sea
Spores born of waves
not of water but of passion
The welling if not of love
then of desire Desire
if not of passion
then of need

If not
our need
then God’s need
If not God’s need then
all else is unreasonable
I am here for I am
God is for I am
We are

Was it
but mischief
the April night
I was so conceived
or but divine design
Were tremors
felt in loins
or sighs

Who knows
The principals
are now long gone
Yet I remain their fruit
A pearl upon the shore
of the oysters born
Blue of spirit
and blond

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to Ego Eimi

  1. “I yam what I yam and that’s all what I yam” – Popeye

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