She sat at her desk, an image
A man seated, black and white
Youth pouring out of the portrait
And across his face, a photo
Of a man on a boat rowing away
Mortality displayed in immortality
And she faced the sad truth that is life
As she looked at his arms
His veins seemed to carry with them life
And he was as it is breathing in that image
I am, I am .. those words seemed at that moment
To resonate, to exist as if written in that image
I can be created, I can be transformed, i can be transferred
I am energy, always existing
As I would in an image … days, months, years
What about God,
The creator,
His essence living inside a human
The great I AM
Everything was streaming forth
Like a soul upon another soul
Webbed together
Mingling mangling trying to pull apart
But you can never reject, refuse, to be
As I AM
