04/12/20 What’s Your Name
I wait my turn,
I submit my report,
I sign up for cleaning duty,
and you give me a name.
And yet,
even this feels like theater
as I perform an assigned role
the world clearly needs
without disclosing its purpose or reasons,
as you usher in the next recruit.
I’d like to meet as strangers again
with all the roads before us,
unmanageable,
deliberating at the foot of every path
as foreigners to strategy,
believing only in the wind
because it’s just visiting,
indifferent to prayer and other expectations,
requires no greetings,
remains unconquerable,
performs no name to deceive us