What I Am Not (Day 489)

I am not a Japanese Tea Garden.

I am a radiant beam of light.

I am not a tortilla chip.

I am a cup of coffee, black.

I am not an endless pity-party.

I am a reading light by a comfortable 

   chair on an early-winter evening.

I am not wandering down 

    the lane and far away.

I am looking at the moon. 

I am not a new pair of shoes that 

   make you run faster, jump higher.

I am a knitted sweater starting 

   to unravel under the left arm.

I am not Brussels’ Musée du cacao et 

   du chocolat.

I am an open bottle of coriander-scented 

   lotion from the Georgetown Kiehl’s.

I am not your favorite YA book ever.

I am a sleepless, sweaty August night

   without air conditioning.

I am not anyone’s president, elected 

   or otherwise.

I am someone who would have done 

   a much better job.

I am not a writer of stories and poems.

I am the language they speak.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: David Ohmer/Flickr

Stardust, lyrics: Mitchell Parish  

I’ll Be Seeing You, lyrics: Irving Kahal