Who I Was; Who I Am

Quinney always said

your head is too

small for your body.

Milson would call

from the bleachers,

"Ding em big Moose!"

I dropped the ref

with a single

Punch

to a standing

ovation, quite

the revelation,

that was not me.

A poet, a writer,

equestrian rider,

mystic, prophet,

reaching the realms

of Teilhard, Rumi

and the Tao Te Ching

but still the old skin

sheds too slowly

and I will always

drag it behind.