I am moving farther and farther away from
my relationship with myself
like a boat in the distance
growing smaller and smaller on the horizon
and perhaps I cried when I saw
the loved ones up close as
they stood on deck--
those I prayed for
beseeched the God in heaven for
and hearing the call they came.
and I called them mine--
my spouse… my child…my spiritual path
and now…
so tiny on the horizon
almost a speck against
the vast blue gray waves
and voluminous white clouds
and me…
alternately burdened and elated by this strange detachment
who am I?
not someone not even something