Do I burn too brightly?
Sparks of creation fly in patterns I do not understand
Until they all at once both take shape
And speak their name.
These sparks, once mystery, now child,
Take on new life and I am pleased.
But do I burn too brightly?
Other's words befriend me
And belly laughs fill the quiet of the day and night and odd-spaces.
The world tells jokes of its own,
Laughing with me and at me,
And I listen and laugh louder, content with my place.
But do I burn too brightly?
The curves of my body fill spaces I do not mean to fill,
But I possess them nonetheless.
Sometimes more or less than others,
Round the fire,
Round the table,
Round.
They are mine, and I own them proudly.
But do I burn too brighly?
I know things, and I know them well.
Sometimes I doubt myself.
Sometimes others doubt me as well.
But I know things?
But do I burn too brightly?
Hopes, dreams, wishes,
Traditions, expectations,
Desires and wants
Laws and regulations
But do I burn too brightly?
I exist.
But do I burn too brightly?