“I don’t know who you are.”
A repeated question in the current series of Doctor Who.
Put to me today by one of my favoritest people.
Of course, I responded through stumbling verse
the medium being the message too…
“Who are you?”
Half the time I don’t even know…
Awkward, clumsy man
Silently backing out of noisy rooms
Or hoping to move unnoticed through them
And yet flitting about the room
distributing hugs and cradling faces
and dancing publicly in bars
Uncomfortable with men
Terrified of women
and yet married, with four daughters
and surrounded by sisters.
Confident yet second guessing
Recognized and called out everywhere
yet rejected by family
and in the long term quite alone
Tender hearted and yet
so excessively acerbic.
In love with life
and yet the pastor of death.
and yet encompassed with pain.
Who am I?
What a fine question…