Today,
I take my leave, placing my name
and
ego aside. A dog comes when its name
is
called. Today, I resist that and all other
commands.
I shall flock with the birds,
crawl
with the worms today. Partnered with
blades
of grass and leaves on the trees, I shall
make
no claims. Think of the anonymous
rolling
of ocean waves or the lone soy bean
lost
in a thousand acres of all the same.
The
name I was given by my mother at
birth
has been reversed. I am but a single
seed,
one germ unseen among the trillions
hidden
below the surface. It’s all a numbers
game,
my friends. Name me and it is I who
am
earmarked to accept both credit and blame.
Give
me a break, tally me absent from your
rolls
of present and accounted for. Today, and
who
knows, from this moment on into eternity,
don’t
call me. Should I sprout and bloom once
again,
I’ll call you...maybe.
Thusly
and hereby today, I am withdrawing my
name
from comsideration. That old man hobbling
down
the street, though he may look familiar to
you,
likely it is not I you see. One soy bean lost in
a
thousand acres all the same.
Chris
7-10-19
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