And if I don't paint
And if I don't write
If a gardener works my soil
Am I still?
Will I be?
Is it enough to create
Moments
Breathe
In and out
Stare here and about.
How deep to the core
Can I undress
And not disappear.
Wearing a costume and mask
I say- It is I.
In disguise
All but in the eyes...
Where a soul cries
Out to bask
In a clear sunny day,
Naked, unafraid
To say I just am.