Party of One
All the selves I’ve been are with me.
These local selves
clamor and convene.
Then my extended self
gathers me up, lifts me
so I can see
through separation’s veil.
And all my selves
chime in delight
and clap our many hands in glee.
My nonlocal self
becomes a mountain
in which I sit.
And time moves not.
©Susa Silvermarie 2023
This brightened my morning! Thank you!