Bohemia Village Voice

[From ‘Bohemian Bagatelle‘, published 1979 by the Bohemians]

 

 I AM

 

I am the fox that runs on the hill,

I am the hounds that bay for the kill.

 

I am the babe unborn in the womb,

I am the crumbling bones in the tomb.

 

I am the past, the future, the now,

I am the why, the when, and the how.

 

I am the start, the middle, the end,

I am the straight, and I am the bend.

 

I am day, I am night, I am dark, I am light.

I am rich, I am poor, I am peace, I am war.

 

I am the sweetheart, the lover, the brave,

I am the jailer, the prisoner, the slave.

 

I am the flower, the grass, and the rock,

I am the dove, the fish, and the flock.

 

I am the earth, the fire, and the seas,

I am the sky, the wind, and the trees.

 

I am the stars, the moon and the sun,

I am the all, and I am the one.

 

I am youth, I am age, I am joy, I am rage.

I am he, I am she, I am you, I am me.

 

I am.

 

Pamela Chitty