I am that sturdy naked tree of brittled sticks whose green beauty has surrendered.
I am that roseless stem surrounded by snow aching to bloom and ooh-ah again.
I am that hand-embroidered pillow left on the floor, accidentally stepped on,
that's waiting to be picked up, dusted off and embraced like an old friend.
I am that daily sun struggling to rise above a brilliant cloudy Manhattan skyline.
I am that hard rain without lightening. I am that used muddied shortcut.
I am that hidden and protected turtle. I am that dead bee lying on a windowsill.
I am that decayed leaf, dancing with the wind, before crashing and crumbling.
I am that tiny ant trailblazing among giants by moving a morsel forward.
I am that previously pregnant bluebird snatching a string to strengthen a nest.
I am that fermented beer with an expiration date, will I be drunk up in time?
I am that pool water, slapped, pushed aside and kicked, yet carries and finds calm again.
I am a walking pantry, water cooler and rimless garbage can.
I am a traveling tissue box, gliding coat rack and handy snack tray.
I am a baker of goodies. I am angora arms to dripping waterfalls.
I am shock absorber, brakes and accelerator to a pack of benevolent takers.
I am Philips head screwer, gooey gun gluer and UNH! wrencher to a home.
I am nutrition pusher and health sleuth detective to miracle mini-gods.
I am teacher, disciplinarian and inspirational hidey-hidey-ho everywhere I go.
What am I? I am.