Curiosity Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer
Curiosity
What are you?
Why do I feel the
origins of my self
gazing out at me?
Was I you?
half-formed,
waiting,
changing deep within
without knowing me?
Will you sleep
incomplete, unknowing?
and
Won't you wake
whole,
winged with joy
swooping down,
waiting, changing, sleeping over?
I
wonder.
(this poem was written for Robin Wood's line drawing titled 'Curiosity'
I dated 08/17/77)
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