changes
which part of a person
stays
unchanging much from
decade to decade
even as we all play roles
pirate or princess
poet or pretender
priest or player
what fragment remains
how can that sameness
survive so much movement
the constant flux and upheaval
sporadic boredom
imagine being
a new person with each breath
you take
can you feel the loss
the growth
or the withdrawal of some
part of you
do we allow others to transform us
into someone no one ever knew
would we resist the change
to hang on to every vestige
of who we think
we are
does a part stay behind the mask we wear
can we eventually
unravel the impostor’s guise
to untangle someone real
is there a junction where
we see another path
where we toss away disguises
that protect us in obscurity
to reveal a part
at least to ourselves
that is still the same
Barry DeCarli
June 1, 2018
On South Street
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