Cast me no mold

Cast me no mold

Pencil me in abstracts of hazel
green, gray, or blue
on canvas weaved by colored winds
from directions
far from true.

Place my emotions on the ever-rolling and sometimes
violent seas —
a closer look reveals that only the ocean exists
with no glimpse of the
many me’s.

Tie my beliefs and priorities
to the hands of
an ever-ticking clock;
time dilutes and frees choices of yesterday
as a key resurrects and frees
a many-sided lock.

Be not then surprised
if when next we meet
you feel that I am not the same,
for like nature, I have changed —
hopefully in fuller growth
prepared to play life’s game.

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