Second Ode to a Narcissus

I am a builder,
I forge castles out of grey sand,
wait anxiously for waves
to wash them away.
... I need the space.


I am an artist,
I dance on paper,
paint on stage,
write on canvas.
... I smell the music of colours
with my probing tongue.


I am a scientist,
I plough neurons,
search for falsehoods,
question answers.
... I am infinitely round.


I am a lover,
I define beauty,
understand roots,
drown the earth.
... I uncover flowers.


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I am a child.


Winnipeg, June 1985