WHOOZWE? (Life's a Batch)

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys to the doors and invisible guests come in and out at will. - Czeslaw Milosz 

Somedaze I'm an elegant equation, a formula resulting in a familiar outcome.

Otherdays, a fractal, a shape shifting mandala an amoeba of maybe beneath a mask of mercury.

Whoozwe?

The Poet. The Son. The Husband. The Father. The Artist. The Brother. The Center Stage Seeking Recluse. The Flowmaster. The Ravendove. Dween. Dave.

Each comes with a script and a part to play, and somedaze everybody's bum rushin' the show.

Witness the Witness Witnessing Me

Always there. 
Seems to be.  A walk in a crowded room. Walls watching a mob. 

The Witness is a room, holding space, allowing, maybe even containing. 

A cauldron (be)holding and allowing the ingredients intermingle, intertwine and coalesce. 

Interactive chemical conversations and clashes.

Who am I? Whoozwe?

A chaotic, creative crowd of mysterious and homegrown ingredients, brewed in the belly of an Abyss witnessing the alchemistry of me.

Yeah,

Life's a batch.