Is This Me?

A ray

No, two.

A flickering impulse of knowing.

 

Is this me?

It asks.

Fumbling, grasping, searching

for something long forgotten.

 

Is this me?

It asks.

Stumbling forward,

feeling its way unsteadily

Forgetting it needs not the torch, nor the match to ignite it.

 

Is this me?

It asks

breaking the silence that reigned here

knowing no worthy opponent.

 

Is this me?

How could it not be, when all I see in her

is the light

of this world.