Who Am I

Who am I … Do I want to know Have I tasted Life Have I tried to grow Have I seen the world Shipped out to sea Climbed mountains, braved jungles Admired gardens, planted trees How about Space, the Moon; what of Mars Am I content with my earthbound, late-model car Treasures of the deepest oceans, exotic species Are my liquid treasures poured in a tavern's bar Masterpieces of art, paintings and sculptures Have I viewed them up-close and real myself Or surrendered meekly to laziness' lure Perusing magnificence from a dusty tome on my shelf The theater, the cinema, the grand concert hall Libraries, museums, conservatories as well All of these beckon; their myriad mysteries call To me, hunched over my notepad, under the spell Of a poetic Muse, locked inside my familiar Shell Dreaming up new worlds, beyond 'Merely Far' Penning their glory to readers, one and all Breathing deep, discovering myself -- my pen, my Lodestar