Is This Me?

I stand motionless in the night
watching figments of myself 
drifting past my vision.

Dancing in the moonlight
face to the wind that ruffles my hair, 
not a care in the world.

Standing ground in the shadows
strong and determined,
shoulders squared to carry the day.

I back away, warily, 
for I do not recognize myself,
and yet others know them as me.



       april 2003