You Wear Another Garb

You charm me as the robin red
I look with awe and try to see
You pick little crumbs of bread
Knowing that you are me!

Then you walk by as a centipede
So many legs and each so wee
I look as you walk and take lead
Good God! You are me!

What about the time you sway
As a cherry blossom on a tree
And shower petals as I say,
"Hey, you are simply me!"

The ragged lady on the street
The baby and pup on the lee
Unborn soul with fate to meet
Are but reflections of me!

The doe, the calf, the tiny ant,
The lion and the stinging bee
Are but curves within the slant
Confirming that you are in me!

The gold fish, the sea weed,
The butterfly so light and free
You who provide all I need
Are but a reflection of me!

The plants that feed, the nested egg
The timber sturdy on the tree
The grub that walks without a leg
Are so many forms of me!

So then...

What am 'I' and where is home
I seek my answers, dare the barb
I seek delight and in delusion roam
While you put on a different garb!