hear I Am

the next time someone asks me
                                          who are you?

i’m going to tell them
                                          I Am
                                          twenty-two years’
                                          stockpile of seconds

                                          AND THEN SOME!
                                          standing before you

i can picture it now
they’ll take me for mad
or romantic
when i’m neither
but i’m still going to say it
because
                                          I Am
                                          twenty-two, and alive

and i don’t care if you mistake
the sound of snow rolling
down the mountain for danger
or youth