By David Wagoner
Photo by Chris Linebarger
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
By Chris Linebarger
Who am I without shame?
Who am I without self-loathing?
Who am I without rage?
Who am I without terror?
Who am I without sin?
Who am I without a savior?
Who am I without an enemy?
Who am I without a tribe?
Who am I without validation?
Who am I without productivity?
Who am I without cash?
Who am I without products?
Who am I without the beauty of youth?
Who am I alone?
Who am I?
